Porta Bella

I see you always, a glass of red wine dangled in your hand before you,reclining luxuriously in an overstuffed chair, … More

Confrontation (Part Seven)

Friday morning, Chris sat with Andrew and Allen on the library stairs. Chris thought about Denise, pictured a shimmering, translucent … More

Confrontation (Part Six)

When Chris reached the field, he noticed a large man, maybe Hawaiian-Portuguese, sitting on the bleachers. He had a whistle … More

Confrontation (Part Five)

On his way up to football practice at Farrington that afternoon, Chris looked for Denise, but she wasn’t waiting on … More

Confrontation (Part Four)

On the third morning of the new school year, Chris made it a point to be sitting on the library … More

Confrontation (Part Three)

The next morning Chris came to school early.  He’d arranged to meet Andrew and Allen in front of the library.  Chris was … More

Confrontation (Part Two)

“Try stop, Chris, try stop,” said Allen, grabbing Chris’s arm. Chris looked at the small hand, then at Allen’s face. … More

My brother Sangtiennoi not being there

A manwho has sweated many timesin his fighting careersays blood is only red sweat But nothing hurts morethan a mentorin … More

Confrontation (Part One)

Chris Andaya had a stare so cold it might freeze fire. It wasn’t something he put on; it was natural. … More

Broken Is Broken

Don’t pick up the pieces, put them back together,then tell me, Hey, look, it’s as good as new, all right? … More

Love’s Not

Some primal urge to break abandoned factory windows with stones in passing,or to break a companion’s heart with hard words … More

Cooling

In the shade, he sat enjoying his shave iceunder a banyan tree, the sound of wavesrolling on, the wrinkled ocean … More

Redemption

Into our heavy shame wedges truth,sharp, an accusing guilt that can move usnowhere, cannot carry us back in timeto change … More

Remarkable

Her hand grips mine for the first timeand the dream becomes real. I bet she says, I’m the one you’ll … More

On the Beach

A steeple dynasty palm grows its spiked shadow umbrellaover sand’s losing battle, washed out by thin skimming water. They scatter, … More

To Autumn

Love might break in at Indian Summer,a mid-autumn drying then, and quick,remember Madison on fire,the multi-bright colored leaves,votive candles, how … More

Theme

So to forget about last night’s dream,a mass forgetting cannot happen too soon,you wake up and start the search again … More

Chapter 32: Regrouping

The four men grabbed beers and sat down at a table in the private back room of the Blue Light … More

Chapter 31: Jeffrey Tico, David Chan, and Bobby Stillman

There were two things David Chan disliked about his job. One was being designated as the face of HPD’s Homicide … More

Chapter 30: I’ll Kill Lieutenant Chan

Richard Han and Tommy Choi were not stupid men. They had risen to become Byung Yu’s right and left hand … More