I see you always, a glass of red wine dangled in your hand before you,reclining luxuriously in an overstuffed chair,…
Confrontation (Part Seven)
Friday morning, Chris sat with Andrew and Allen on the library stairs. Chris thought about Denise, pictured a shimmering, translucent…
Confrontation (Part Six)
When Chris reached the field, he noticed a large man, maybe Hawaiian-Portuguese, sitting on the bleachers. He had a whistle…
Confrontation (Part Five)
On his way up to football practice at Farrington that afternoon, Chris looked for Denise, but she wasn’t waiting on…
Confrontation (Part Four)
On the third morning of the new school year, Chris made it a point to be sitting on the library…
Confrontation (Part Three)
The next morning Chris came to school early. He’d arranged to meet Andrew and Allen in front of the library. Chris was…
Confrontation (Part Two)
“Try stop, Chris, try stop,” said Allen, grabbing Chris’s arm. Chris looked at the small hand, then at Allen’s face.…
My brother Sangtiennoi not being there
A manwho has sweated many timesin his fighting careersays blood is only red sweat But nothing hurts morethan a mentorin…
Confrontation (Part One)
Chris Andaya had a stare so cold it might freeze fire. It wasn’t something he put on; it was natural.…
Broken Is Broken
Don’t pick up the pieces, put them back together,then tell me, Hey, look, it’s as good as new, all right?…
Love’s Not
Some primal urge to break abandoned factory windows with stones in passing,or to break a companion’s heart with hard words…
Cooling
In the shade, he sat enjoying his shave iceunder a banyan tree, the sound of wavesrolling on, the wrinkled ocean…
Redemption
Into our heavy shame wedges truth,sharp, an accusing guilt that can move usnowhere, cannot carry us back in timeto change…
Remarkable
Her hand grips mine for the first timeand the dream becomes real. I bet she says, I’m the one you’ll…
On the Beach
A steeple dynasty palm grows its spiked shadow umbrellaover sand’s losing battle, washed out by thin skimming water. They scatter,…
To Autumn
Love might break in at Indian Summer,a mid-autumn drying then, and quick,remember Madison on fire,the multi-bright colored leaves,votive candles, how…
Theme
So to forget about last night’s dream,a mass forgetting cannot happen too soon,you wake up and start the search again…
Chapter 32: Regrouping
The four men grabbed beers and sat down at a table in the private back room of the Blue Light…
Chapter 31: Jeffrey Tico, David Chan, and Bobby Stillman
There were two things David Chan disliked about his job. One was being designated as the face of HPD’s Homicide…
Chapter 30: I’ll Kill Lieutenant Chan
Richard Han and Tommy Choi were not stupid men. They had risen to become Byung Yu’s right and left hand…
Lanning Lee 