Walking backward now I watch myself, my face reversedin the mirrored glass. I open it and turn the clock handsback to…
Throne of Blood (A David Chan Mystery, Part Fourteen)
Kahala was one of the ritziest districts in all of Hawai‘i. Homes on the beach were the mansions of millionaires many…
I. Trial
I think there was air, but I had trouble finding it,between talking with you and passing out, I madeshort exploratory…
Blind Spots (A David Chan Mystery, Part Thirteen)
The first thing Chan noticed when he entered the room was Yamamoto’s huge bandage. “Vic,” he said, “if I were…
Seeing Nearer
I see when I have finally walked almost to the endof this said old oak forest, and I am going,…
Maybe Love (A David Chan Mystery, Part Twelve)
“Hubby told me,” Nina said, “that Daddy didn’t like wife number-one. Too grabby, he said. A person who’s too grabby, as far…
Future No Future
I’m no spring chicken, as my dad used to say.What if this is what life will be like until the…
The Wife (A David Chan Mystery, Part Eleven)
“I wonder if I say his name whether he’ll walk through that door,” Nina said. “Sometimes I think it’s a kind…
Secret Friends
I picked up the phone and pretended to haveconversations with you, imitating my parentsthe way kids do. But you never seemed…
No Justice (A David Chan Mystery, Part Ten)
Chan sat stunned. “You told me yesterday you’re single.” “I am single,” said Nina. It had started as a bad day. Could…
out like a light
the bulb flickers dark to light to dark to light like a strobing spotlight making everything go slow-motion it’s…
Sneak Attack (A David Chan Mystery, Part Nine)
The Chow Yoo Chu restaurant was indeed a magnificent building, elaborate in its classical Chinese style. A pink palace complete with…
Scene: Not To Be Heard
A big shout out to all those with shuttered dreamswho were in the plays, maybe breaking records,I mean broke, broke…
The Stolen Cars (A David Chan Mystery, Part Eight)
Having had all but two or three minutes of sleep, Lieutenant Chan stumbled to his desk. Sergeant Yamamoto could tell with…
Wait Until Dark
I can taste the salt on my lips I lick with my tongueconstantly my lips chapping and peeling a littlefor…
Careful (A David Chan Mystery, Part Seven)
“Dave?” Chan called, walking into the house. He checked his watch. 9:30. The kid was only 16. Where was he? But Chan still had enough…
Drinking Glasses Down
You roseand do not hide from memy ancient observationhow you grow I seea healing once more for memy constant patient…
Love Matters (A David Chan Mystery, Part Six)
Chan wasn’t tired, despite the multiple homicides. All afternoon, the prospect of meeting Nina for dinner had shared space in his…
Still Learning at 65
What’s meant by the “side” of the bed, since you wake up on it,obviously is the half you lie on,…
Blood Brothers (A David Chan mystery, Part Five)
The final count was seven bodies including Mr. and Mrs. Goo and their oldest son Alfred. Two concerns topped David…
