The House of Missing Keys, Part 16

Here’s my rough draft for today, Monday 05.30.22. The House of Missing Keys, Part 16. Chan watched Mrs. Souza cry … More

Only Ifs

One moment I’m lying on the ground staring at the sky,writhing in pain because I’ve broken my ankle, desperate,air harder … More

We held a first party yesterday, those of us who could finally attend.After all this time being apart so much, … More

Before they knocked on Glenn Makia’s door, Chan and Yamamoto walked out on the pier. The boat was a double-masted … More

Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More

We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More

That night I saw you firecracker starburst red,ablaze in a beautifully carved body,an exquisite silhouette scribed against the dark,your hand … More

Crayon and magic markers that never came off the walls;paint on the carpets and doors;knife and screwdriver carved furniture and … More

As agreed, I am waiting in the Self Help section of the bookstore.I read in a randomly selected book that … More

My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More

It’s the longest day of the year, in terms not about how your life is trending, but daylight hours. For … More

I did not know what weather meant until I went to Wisconsin.Winter in Hawai‘i, more rain. Summer, more heat.Spring and … More

Turns the fingers, hands of sloppy, floppy people smudgy. Muck your hands around and blacken paper, shirt, cheek. Handwashers of … More

The clock above his computer was a big one. Its tick, tick, tick could be ignored some nights, but not … More

Ala Moana Shopping Center is anchored, much like Sears and Liberty House used to do, replaced now by Nordstrom and … More

Both sides said a cross of little and big things to each other, and given the way the conflict played … More

Remember the first time you damaged your phone dropping it?I’d never dropped my phone at all ever, so the first … More

Sadness sets in counting the steps, not looking up, not looking forward. Making your way there watching your feet move, … More

It is here now for a minute, that finger-drawn faceon the steamed glass is yours, ars brevis,fading as the warmth … More

As I round the corner, I hear accordion music. There, on a bench outside of Macy’s Ala Moana, sit an … More