The Old Woman Recalls the Time Around the Last Dynasty and Her Husband’s Departure
It is eighty years I listen to fortune teller
Say that reunions with lost ones
approach.
Okhee Stephens
Poetry
On the Air
It is her, your sister, she said. Brother and sister cried. What is she doing on radio? Yes, brother cried, it is her, I know.
Lost Objects
Each time we travel, one less object followed. One object was left behind.
Merle Oberon’s Eyes
And when I dream of her movies
My life is beautiful