I remember the day I left for Canada.
My parents were virtually silent. My older brother and his wife told me to take good care of myself, and my nephew kept begging me to buy toys for him. I waved goodbye to them as I walked toward the Airport Departure Entrance. My parents didn’t wave back.
nine autumns past...
my parents and I speak
published in Presence, #44, June 2011
One Man's Maple Moon: Truth Tanka by Larry Kimmel - *English Original* this time, she tells me, she’s telling the truth -- between us I watch the struggles of a wasp drowning in peach juice *The Tanka Journa...