I feel you off-hand in my pocket just now,jingle your magic among the loose change,finger the coin of your clever … More
Category: aging
To Be at Sea
I’d like to finish round and glossy with some good I’ve done.Is any excuse good enough in the end for … More
Well?
The well of regret runs deep, clear, cold, hot, then high. I’m a rock tossed into this endless pit, traveling … More
The Cleaner
Everything appeared tidy, organized,each item in its proper place,but when I took a closer look ata lamp, a painting, or … More
To paint the devil on the wall
Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More
Rise
Every morning a variety of birds chirp and sing me awake. And I am pleased and thankful at this late … More
What’s Black and White
Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More
I am a Korean Lee
이 (Lee/Ee/I/Yi/Ri/Rhee/Rhie/Reeh) There are other variants, but that’s plenty for now. 이 is the second most common Korean surname, surpassed … More
Routine Maintenance
The mechanic wipes his hands with a greasy cloth, says, Time breaks down the integrity of any vehicle,which one day … 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
When I have fears
in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond, … More
The Homecoming (Part Two)
He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way … More
That blade of grass there
the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in … More
My Flying Machine
I can’t remember when I stopped dreaming about flying. This recurred often, once a month or more. I would be … More
Who’s there?
I can’t see you. Not like before, when I knew for sure, you were right behind me, always there. I … More
A Body at Rest
She sleeps deeply, beautiful as smooth carved marble, her moonlit face shows no wrinkles, no scars that you might see … More
Old Story
In a moment in my golden years I wonder if I’m an onion, each year representing another layer of love … More
Next Time Hana
They say that Maui nō ka ‘oi, and I, once upon a time, agreed, when we didn’t have to fight … More
The Stuff of Dreams
The first time I traveled there, a lengthy journeyall the way from Hawai‘i, I was alreadyan old man, had long … More
The Caretaker – Part One
Maybe, he mused once, if it hadn’t been for marriage, he’d have ended up in prison. Once he met Beatrice, … More
