Her hand grips mine for the first timeand the dream becomes real. I bet she says, I’m the one you’ll … More
Category: Aging
The Apple Doesn’t Fall
Few apple trees will fruit this latein fall, but I do see a fewin the far misting distance,the children I’ve … More
A Temporary Parting
I recognize the boy climbing up the bank on the other side.Turning, he calls to me, over the rush of … More
Homecoming
The Christmas berry tree where I hung in the crookof the main branch, every night, always after dark, I waited,you … More
No Game
The way old people misplace their memories,and sometimes the younger ones, too,it’s a game of hide with no seek,where the … More
Beyond Pain
Someone I loved, I heard the other day,a woman I’d known in my Madison years,had battled Parkinson’s for ten long … More
geography of days
now we found us at the shorelook back but can’t turnsubject of our footprintsfood for some godwade in and breaststrokememories … More
All Our Summers Find One Winter’s End
The only photo I had was of you at that one picnic,blue, long-sleeved shirt, a turtle neck, and white slacks.Our … More
Hardly Living
To be in peak health and die in your sleep, unaware of a painless passing, this is the way I … More
Missing
The sides of the mountain are heavily wooded, a palette of greens and browns, but the top is craggy and … More
Buried Love
Sally Anuhea was an avid newspaper reader. Even as she aged, she kept loyal to a print copy, although the … More
Time Was Money
There was no escape. Time and tide, they say, but collectors are the same in that respect. They do not … More
Example
“So, I read your papers,” said Mr. Yang. “How many times do I have to tell you, folks, never to … More
It’s Late
Back in the day, when he figured he’d never be one of the victims, he’d duck into Safeway, 7-Eleven, or … More
Tomorrow
The two took a table, their old table, in the Coffee Stop. It was one establishment that had survived the worst … More
My corn grows high
in five large black plastic pots on my lānai,watering, and fertilized with care,I am satisfied, bearthe slight tremorin my hands … More
Above the Water Below Us (HS 148)
The water is full of ghosts and him. In the water. There.A child’s eyes staring back at you. Right there. Pointing,I follow my … More
Waikīkī My Whole Life
She says, Surely you’re kidding me about Waikīkī.I say, Oh, yes, — no offense — of course . . . … More
From Rags
These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long … More