Too Few Loves

Together again for the first time, every time, he brushed her cheek, she caressed his side, two souls seeing everything … More

Nature Is Revealed

Where are the ones in the suits of gold,those second lookers who’d whiplash our tender necks,the heart beaters who’d burst … More

He and Mel had been out drinking with the gang, but everyone else had pooped out and gone home. Tomorrow … More

In this post-pandemic world, travel had become trickier. On top of the health layers, people didn’t act the way they … More

He sipped the tea, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes. You can always tell a good Chinese … More

in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond, … More

The women were of all kinds so many stunning ones passed before me breathless water flowing round me rushing cool … More

His plane had arrived late. Too late to ride the party bus. Sipping his tea, he watched the old woman … More

He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More

He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More

He dreamed he grew up so empty he became a hollow echo of resoundingly resonant invisible soundlessness. Nothing he ever … More

We’d known each other, worked together in the record store, for nearly six months already. By the time she came … More

My store is in a part of Chinatown that has so far avoided the magic wand of urban renewal. Take … More

He despised children. He sat there in the dark to make it look as though there was no one home. … More

My childhood friend tried to claim the sky belonged to him. As we sat there on the lānai, looking out … More

the race is on to outrun the raindrops my feet beating the ground faster than they can fall my rhythmic … More

Like his Army buddies, he decided to attend college on the GI Bill. School sure beat dodging bombs and … More

To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face … More

One day the poem is good, the story sound.The next day, Hmmm . . .One day it’s, Yeah, well.The next … More

the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More