Author: Lanning Lee
Taken
The convertible top was seven years old now. Under good conditions, Chris figured it would have held up for many … More
Broken Trust
Many years have passed, and I still can’t get the image out of my head,all the broken glass I swept … More
Nightmare 101
Welcome, students, before we get started,I’d like to get to know a little about you.There’s an index card on your … More
One of a Kind
A friend, a school band director, professional drummer, jazz fanatic, and high-end audiophile,reports he’s just back from a west coast … More
Volcano
It was too good to be true, finally, my plan to retire on the Big Island.At 30 I settled on … More
I Am a Roll
I am but a lowly butter roll, sitting in this tawdry woven basket, on this threadbare pink linen napkin amid … More
For a Minute or Two, Maybe
I did not know what weather meant until I went to Wisconsin.Winter in Hawai‘i, more rain. Summer, more heat.Spring and … More
The Last Time I Called “Time”
It was probably on a push-button phone.I remember how novel it felt to get one of those,replacing the rotary dial-up model that had … More
Reunion
There are never more, of course, always only fewer, as it is in this life, so it goes, the some … More
To Place a Face
I am standing in line for coffee. Even though the social distance floor dots have disappeared, everyone stands a decent … More
Selective Hearing
I can’t hear youYou say when you choose not to acknowledgeWhat someone has saidYou lie Over Zoom, FacetimeFake a bad … More
Time’s Gift
It’s that late hourBeer in handThe yard work done againI watch the close of the faded irisPurple and whiteNot as … More
The Way of the World
These prints in the dust won’t last through a downpour Evidence of annihilation To be annihilated These tracks turning to … More
Carbon Copy
Turns the fingers, hands of sloppy, floppy people smudgy. Muck your hands around and blacken paper, shirt, cheek. Handwashers of … More
Good Riddance
Our local theaters do good work, bringing drama into our lives. Usually when I go, I’m happy, but this was … More
Tourist
Tourist I’m walking the neighborhoods of this small Scottish village. It’s too tiny to be called a “town”; maybe it’s … More
The Hours
The first time I read Mrs. Dalloway I was quite young, 21 maybe. And I was struck by her age, 51, and … More
The Sublime
It’s a sight I used to anticipate several times a year. The area on the Big Island of Hawai‘i known … More
Happy Some Before Dawn
Quieter, still quieter, quiet down the energy pent up today, for such recklessness cannot sit wasting by the window ledge … More
