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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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