below the surface

the turtle that came to the shore takes me on his back to the bottom of the sea my father is there my mother is there they are young and in love somersaulting in the waters i join them in their play hands interlock we form a circle round and round we go gulping inContinue reading “below the surface”

Don’t call me Bachan

Uncle George ,Sugie, 2-8-1892 , 1965 ,Sugie & Yaemon,3-8-1880,Uncle Jay, 1918-1960 my grandmother died at 73 the age that I am now her thin grey hair was tied back in a bun was she ever young? coming from a foreign land her songs were of an old Japan coming to America a picture bride “freshContinue reading “Don’t call me Bachan”