Mr. Santos lay in the heat not cursing his son’s name.  He wasn’t that kind of man.  But he did wonder why…

Two lovers who have found someone to love will understand how the beauty of Kāne’ohe Bay, sparkling under the windward…

I’ve always been so much of us in another day, I seenow how I only saw directly into darkness,stared myself…

Chan finished interviewing the residents. Of course they were all just honest, hard-working women. Every one of them was employed…

Yesterday the sun came out to play only briefly now and then on Shennong mountain. In one of those moments where I…

This movie shows, unwinding this life, the action, no matter how time may seem at times, is always inevitably linear,…

As far as Sniffen was concerned, Po was a fat old Chinaman who thought too much of himself. If the…

Ah, that holy moment of retrospective understanding, the aha second when everything that didn’t come together but could have didn’t…

I humat low volume to block outwhat’s being said, try to look pastthe pulpit and throughthe wall of the church,think…

Dan Brown says he does all of his writingin airports and railway stations, in between flights hereand trains there –…

My Red Sox finished weaklyMy Angels crashed bleaklyMy Brewers died quicklyMy Dodgers looked sickly I could definitely cheer for Kolton…

Like you, I think, I’m always trying to rediscover,recover my father, my mother, to know, to understandtheir stories by telling…

My mother may not have beenthe most talented of pianists,but she might have won a trophyfor painful persistence since childhood.…

Benny liked to be called Benny.  He didn’t care for his real name, Bayani. Rollie could take or leave Roland.  It made…

I am nearly blinded by the bluest ocean imaginable,mesmerized by the constant waves, powerful blows,one after another, crashing hard against…

All of you were born to do something.So why aren’t you doing anything? He shakes his fists at the air.…

He thought of her,what she might think of him.I love you, she said, I love you.All he could say wasI…

Aiya! Again I forgot. Here’s my draft for Po’aha/Thursday. How I Met Your Mother If I were in your pants,…

question never answered,never honoring the teaching method— how we seem to have learned nothing,none of that much ballyhooedcritical thinking— I…

Question gravityas we float afraid we’ll falla glimmer somethingmote of slight hopespeculate about lightabout tandem flightwished for greeningof summer dried…