Lawyer, writer, traveler. Launched the Traynor's World young adult series in 2020 (www.traynorsworld.com).
Little Black Book
“It’s a great idea, Chau. But you probably couldn’t get it patented. And it wouldn’t work just to go for protection in the US, because most of the textiles it would be used for are produced overseas. Best try to sell your idea to an established manufacturer.”
I never got the hang of sport. Clumsy, left-handed, preoccupied with cares at home, and, as a youth, far too small to play anything well.
Missing you again
The ice glares white from Greenland twenty thousand feet below; Again I’m midway somewhere you are not. The sky’s a rare forever blue . . .
I love you even when
Loving you in sunshine is no art; you have taught me what I know of joy. But you should know I love you even when . . .
Once on Angel’s Peak I nearly froze: Snow banked the path to the old radar post, and the knife-wind turned tears to ice.
Outside the béguinage in Bruges a widow sits beneath a tree. Old fingers tie the knots of lace, white cotton filigree.
Flying north up the Atlantic coast, the lights of once-familiar cities blur -- as do my thoughts, high but indistinct,
Great Basin Twilight
I squeeze her hand and breathe. Clean smell of sage reminds my soul of peace. I turn the page. But glance up at the peaks