Race Time (HS 153)

I fight Nazis and Japs, big plastic figures I buy with my allowance,colored gray and fleshy yellow, the Nips eyes … More

The Real (HS 152)

You will know what real is when you ridethe dreams of smoke and updraft air, waves breakingon the breath of … More

If only we could shed grief as our skin does rain.This is not like water. You must go. Go farther down,down … More

There is not much left to do today. This morning we were replacing fence posts.Bob and I have pulled stumps all … More

I’m swirling in the drouse of that head on the pillow before sleep,a thousand ideas swizzling around my brain that … More

The water is full of ghosts and him. In the water. There.A child’s eyes staring back at you. Right there. Pointing,I follow my … More

We are near the top of the world, Finnmark, Norway, and I’m in a van on the way to do … More

The people working inside look hardly savage,as the paler woman sitting sunning outsidesays to the other paler woman, both natives … More

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, wake up tomorrow knowing nothingbut … More

She says, Surely you’re kidding me about Waikīkī.I say, Oh, yes, — no offense — of course . . . … More

In the early morning, when she’s done, she’ll sleep, dreamless,her hard work over, pleasing many, her best shots,giving everything at … More

Each time we meet, we roam the hills of imagination,plucking up little plots, new twists and turnsleading only to a … More

It’s amazing to imagine that at one time Hawaiʻi had to be sold,a barely known collection of merely faraway map … More

He could see the sun just breaking the horizon, a tiny sliver of light, but it was still dark. He’d been … More

I’m standing at the edge of the Sahara Desert,looking out upon sand and sand and sand as far as I … More

These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long … More

“The children,” she said, trying to lift her hand, but only able to look their way, nod her head toward … More

I have this faint hope, to ask, as I self-isolatehere on the mountainside below Puʻu ʻŌhiʻa– the place that foreigners … More

With you, every day is lemon meringue day,that balance of sweet and sour on my tongue,huge fruit grown on your … More

With all the African Tulip trees in bloom, the hillside looked like a huge, undulating birthday cake. “Beautiful,” she said. “Just … More