An umbrella, hats, a bug zapper and plenty of warm smiles – what else does a poet need in Indonesia?  Our (too short) visit to S...

Day 2 of my week long personal poetry challenge. Let me just point out that this is not poetry month.  It is not write a novel in...

"Granana, do you think we will ever take that vacation again?" I was tucking 9 year-old Thomas into bed at home aft...

#MyGlobalMoment from The Ubuntu Center on Vimeo . “And you call yourself an educated man.” I was having a buffet breakfast in 20...

“What were you doing in Kazakhstan?’ asks the customs agent in Newark. “How much time do you have?” I want to answer,...

Thoughtlessly this morning I brushed my teeth with the tap water. I cooked oatmeal over a steady natural gas flame in a heated home and...

“Do you really want to do this?” Michael asks.  He knows that I hang on to images.  The Hanoi Hilton.  Treblinka.  Hiroshima wiped me out fo...