A Good Listener

I could smell it on him the moment he entered the room. Even more than usual. My eyes began to water. You’d … More

InSignificance

On the board it says in gigantic letters:Save — Do Not Erase!double underlined, a mathematical equationsurrounded by a huge protective square,so … More

Seeing Things

“There there there!” says Eddie, pointing through the crack in the curtain. “See what I mean?” I still don’t see … More

What Dreams May Come

A dream you dreamt. It’s the one that surprises you at noon the following day. Eating your sandwich or washing … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 14

As Chan and Yamamoto waited for the coroner, Hank Lee, to arrive, they sat on the sofa across the coffee … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 12

The next morning on the drive over to Kailua, Chan told his partner what had transpired the night before in … More

Save As and All That Jazz

This morning I’m frustrated. Again. It’s a dating problem. Story of my life. Ignoring, forgetting, misremembering, a typo. Each day I save … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 7

From the outside, Tia’s Place on Kapahulu appeared to be another simple and unassuming restaurant and bar along Kapahulu Avenue. … More

Impermanent Ink (Blue Period)

You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More

Stories of My Grandmother

Sometimes my maternal grandmother visits me,I’ll come awake gradually, know she’s sitting there,silent guardian at the foot of my bed, … More

All the Hours of the Day and Night

I don’t know which of the 12 hours I love more,the half that’s a.m., or the half that’s p.m.I’d always … More

London Stairs for Going Down

“Mind the stairs, mate,”he shouts in a harsh tone.I look up, he down at me, his facethat of an angry … More

Hold On

March, about those last three days you borrowed from April to warm you up.I can guess why you wouldn’t want … More

Moving On

This old house stands a ruin. To restore it would be nothing short of a teardown. The folks on This Old House would take … More

I Am a Roll

I am but a lowly butter roll, sitting in this tawdry woven basket, on this threadbare pink linen napkin amid … More

The Way of the World

These prints in the dust won’t last through a downpour Evidence of annihilation To be annihilated These tracks turning to … More

What Is Your Favorite Color?

I often remember who I am, and I recall past events,both recent and distant, with a fair degree of accuracy.If … More

The Last Time

Mr. Fujimoto wheeled his gray trash bin to the curb and dropped it at the edge. Pausing, he looked down … More

The Door Is Open

Alice was down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when the doorbell rang. The kitchen floor always took a … More

All That Glitters

He’d collected coins from the time his father thought he was ready to understand the hobby. “You see, David,” said … More