Coda

One day our bodies willburst into flowersturn hard as wellto bits of sandy shoreswhere children make us castlesto wash awaywe’ll…

This Same Life

The poems land awkwardly nowAll the more as I age and write againEverything I’ve written of beforeI write this same…

All Was but Toys

Well, this is it. I’m the last one here. They’re all gone. Even my wife. Humankind and the pandemic took…

Real Good Progress

Cindy and Jerry came to dinner last night, and it was awful. First off, Nani, my wife invited them behind…

The Best TV Money Can Buy

She wanted a big-screen TV mounted on the wall opposite her bed.  In between munching bonbons and polishing her nails, she’d…

And Then

We’d all grown up together from small-kid time, most from age three or four.  So far we’d survived all kinds of…

Precious Time

The screen message was “No Bluetooth Device Detected.” Jim patted the pants pocket where he kept his phone. Nothing. He…

The Price of Eggs

The electricity bill popped into his inbox just as he was paying the annual termite protection bill, which was $469.26.…

No News

He was tallish, maybe 6’1’, and a good athlete.  He played both basketball and volleyball in high school.  He was what we…

Loves To Gamble

You in your dark, dark Seoul, another Magic Island in my future,that’s where it will be, my last dip in…

We Two

Easier than brain science or rocket surgery, after all,for a weak-minded me to foolishly believe anything,false-crack me constantly out of…

Back in Time

Time multiplies the images of all those red queens with one black king.I hear the sharpening of knives, that steel…

Twilight Magic

In the dark, what won’t I believe that isn’t true?That somewhere there’s some mumbling equivocator,a bawdy bard, keeper of the…

In the Dark

And the lights go off; it’s Korea after all.No power guarantee, even in Seoul – like Hawai‘i folks should talk.All…

Attention Seeker

Buzz, buzz, buzz, bouncing off the walls and down the hallto the flaming kitchen where you’ll easily be ignored.The table…

Redemption Muse

“This has become quite the screed,” he thought, looking over his day’s work,hard as the words that won’t hold back…

The arid deluge comes down

Summertime in Vilas ParkShe loves picnics, he does notHer idea of a picnic lunch is cheeseFrench bread, wine, and fruit…