“Sung,” said Byung Yu, “that kink in my supply chain, I’ve not been able to handle it from over here.…
Chapter 14: For a Daughter and a Father
David Chan had difficulty focusing on the case file. He kept reading through the evidence and the witness reports, but…
Chapter 13: The Revenge of the Son
He had never known his father. When his mother thought him old enough to know, she told him. He had…
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Chapter 13: Kāhala or Ka’ena Point?
Byung Yu was mightily relieved when Sung-min Wang called him the following day. He’d been concerned that the people at…
Anticipation
Let’s meet, you message, and she says sure,so right away you start mind-fumbling subjectsyou might discuss, things to talk about…
Who’s an Okay Boy?
Miraculously, I have found enough wordsall month long to fill unturned pages turned,my daily worry, heavy as a dreaming child’s…
Running in the Dark
I watch the Midwest-style lightningjags rip from heaven to the ground,the lake ice exploding with the impact. Slipping on my…
“You Are Beautiful”
More than 60 years removed now, so long ago,you are mostly ghosts now, but you were thengood news, big headlines…
The Apple Doesn’t Fall
Few apple trees will fruit this latein fall, but I do see a fewin the far misting distance,the children I’ve…
Not Sorry
Every week we would receive a few cut-out albums,the ones with the notched corner and stickers sayingthey were not for…
What Dreams May Come
I say again I have no funny family stories worth telling.Lots of families do, sure, and sure, some of minemight…
Go Back
A slow country riderocks us from crest to crestthen one more nextthe highest yetfinds us abovea lowest valley deepthe feel…
A Temporary Parting
I recognize the boy climbing up the bank on the other side.Turning, he calls to me, over the rush of…
what impressions were
a sound slight as breathstill the cold touch of lamplight on white snowthose thick linesa brow furrowedeyes of white hairthink your…
My Last Wife
It was gold and bigger than a bread box,my birthday gift topped with a red velvet bow,and I was amused…
Personal Taste
sometimes I say too much onlyabout spaces sacred to me andforget the idea of the universaltruth and wholly applicable ideain…
Homecoming
The Christmas berry tree where I hung in the crookof the main branch, every night, always after dark, I waited,you…
Ready To Begin?
The pressure of high-school speech tournamentsbesides the speaker, and the six to follow,is something few students handle well automatically.There are…
The Murder of the Father, and the Muddle of the Son
“Have you heard of Phil Tico?” asked Bobby Stillman. Chan’s blood came to an instant boil. Not only did he know…
Lanning Lee 