The House of Missing Keys, Part 12

The next morning on the drive over to Kailua, Chan told his partner what had transpired the night before in … More

Getting To Know You

We held a first party yesterday, those of us who could finally attend.After all this time being apart so much, … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 11

“Lieutenant Chan, good evening,” said the huge shadow. Chan recognized the voice immediately. The bartender of the Holo Holo Bar … More

Episode #1 of my 3rd Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based mystery now available.

I’m happy to say that Episode #1 of my third Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime story is now available on … More

As Borrowed as Time

It’s as grim as it gets right now tonight when all you want to do is buy beer kick back … More

The 2nd of my Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime stories is available

I’m happy to say that the second in the series of my Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime stories is now … More

Sojourn

More seen, more said, more heard, more thought, their bags packed ever heavier by travel as they go,  the making … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 10

David Chan sat at the dining room table cleaning his service revolver. He always cleaned his personal one first, although … More

The Secret Keeper

Fortunate the mother who lives the unflawed life of lore, perfect, a smooth vase, snow white, the finest ashes left, … More

Save As and All That Jazz

This morning I’m frustrated.  Again. It’s a dating problem.  Story of my life. Ignoring, forgetting, misremembering, a typo. Each day I save … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 9.

Before they knocked on Glenn Makia’s door, Chan and Yamamoto walked out on the pier. The boat was a double-masted … More

We’ll Meet Again (for AT)

It’s April, the cruel one, and still heavy jacket chilly.Madison in April sometimes feel like mid-winter.I recall those odd days … More

Life’s Run

Milton stumbles shakily around Mānoa Valley amid traffic. Petrarch perambulates Punchbowl Cemetery perusing stark headstones of veterans. Shakespeare window-shops for … More

The Way We Walk

Once, walking through the forest where the Bayan Tree Plaza stands today,I stepped on a branch with a thorn so … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 8

When Chan arrived at the station, Yamamoto was already at his desk. “Anything?” asked Chan. “Yeah.  Wow.  You don’t look like you … More

The Palm-Reading Time

I see me catch the glass bowl admire my juggling as I stoop down I go in slow motion watch … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 7

From the outside, Tia’s Place on Kapahulu appeared to be another simple and unassuming restaurant and bar along Kapahulu Avenue. … More

Maybe You Can’t Fix What I Have

Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 6

David Chan sat at his desk trying hard to read and not think about the keys. So if this athletic … More

Love’s Countdown

In the beginning there was inertia,and inertia led, as you might expect,to nothing, so what had beensomethingness became nothingness: Take-out … More