My family went to the doctorOne by one by one by oneFirst my motherThen my fatherNext my sisterI last. The … More

Again this morning a tinybread crumb of a voiceI hear inside me hope It is that small me, sure as … More

Like my fatherI try not to argue about anything with anyonenot that we always get along with everyone necessarilybut because … More

last night at the alumni reunionI remembered how Dan and Ithe inside push bar not workinggot locked in the cafeteria … More

Four fresh faced white Wisconsin farm ladsmaybe raised on this morning’s milk and cheese and home churned butterrocket their beat-up … More

to be so tangled in the vast ocean of unknowingeach time a journey to the puzzling heart core mystery all … More

This was in 1976.  I was visiting my cousin in Oakland, on the way to Madison, Wisconsin, where I would be … More

I’m sitting at the sink, sharpening my father’s old knives and all of a sudden, out of the corner of … More

a bird sings this morning beautifuldawn wakes me dreamer to day’s bright notesthis warble can rouse drowsed ears to joy … More

one knock is Hemingwayknock knock is a jokeknock knock knock, you’ve entered the twilight zone knock knock knock knockis Poe’s … More

I race my children on the windagain to be a child in time and tagthe kid out now, too slow … More

there was no one stronger or smarterno one I admired more, loved morewhen I was very young but this is … More

a bit of language herea snippet of picture therethis reel of mind speech and image spliced togethercobbled into a kind … More

this past big rainI’m here to tell you, dammitthat when it comes pouring down on O’ahumy roof sometimes leaks a … More

you were the woman of that hourmidwesterner, freshening, your namesticks in my throat, just caught nowthat hollow of my whisper … More

It was nice, seeing Hawaiian music in Waikīkī last night. It was the group, Native Pearls. Mihana Aluli and Kanoe … More

So I’ve come to a really big (shoe) day in my writing journey. I was advised two weeks ago to … More

06.23.19 I think at that instanteverything will become only in the past and the ever pressing past will becomeall forgotten … More

06.22.19 Cindy You know, I should never go to the Humane Society. I have to hand it to my friend … More

06.21.19 Radio Hula my partner of the spinning dialit’s a weakness I can’t denythis shell without, within echoes hollow your … More