Oh yes I do, I do understand you now,and I believe.  Don’t you hear that scratchof my pen, running wild and … More

“Uncle Snuff, why so shocked?  We all knew there’d be a vacuum to fill once Byung and Jason were dead.  Richard Han … More

“I think we’ll postpone the exam. Instead of Friday, we’ll have it Monday.” There was a general collective groan. “That … More

The two met at Kang Yu’s Kahala Beach estate.  They sat out back, under a nearly full moon, sipping whiskey. “In … More

We who hold the bait, tempt you, wait for you, blind,to sniff the air, reach for it, then we withdraw … More

Victor Yamamoto was hardly an enigma.  That he was sour on life was well known.  Everyone assumed that much of his attitude … More

Images of his son and grandson passed through Yu Kang-Ho’s mind. “Who?” he asked. “Victor Yamamoto killed Jason.  Byung took care … More

We are nervous for always meeting nowwith not much more soothing music, we tryto fill the awkward moment that comeswith … More

With the war ending and the threat of a nuclear holocaust dancing in their heads as the Cold War came … More

I was in 4th-grade, old enough to know what death was, but not enough to know what it meant, I … More

Today’s plain fact, blinded and bewilderedby time, becomes tomorrow’s stumbling fiction,fraying, blurring, sharp edges wearing, center sucked, stands empty, cannot … More

Craig and Andrea Carroll were embarked upon their dream honeymoon. On route from O’Hare to LAX, they’d joined the Mile … More

“I’m sorry,” I say, “I have to stop talking right now.” I can’t concentrate on what you’re saying,need to put … More

Yu Kang-ho decided very young that there were no advantages to being poor.  Growing up in the slums of Pusan, he … More

In her the itch of Spring,the last harvest long behind her, before herstanding here he shivers, the last youngchill of … More

When, after a pleasant picnic lunch at Lanikai, Sergeant Victor Yamamoto’s wife Chieko told him she was pregnant, he nearly … More

I go to your funeral and see who’s still alive.You go to your funeral because. You’re trapped, ironically, because I’m … More

That last time, forty years ago this year,clock tock, I hear the soft sharp music stillbeat, grooved in my memory, … More

Old man Apana stepped out onto the porch.  Turning back, he said, “David, you have to promise me you will do … More

it’s a wonder a poem can be heard at all,its very nature working against it making much sound,each word separated … More