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…
No Game
The way old people misplace their memories,and sometimes the younger ones, too,it’s a game of hide with no seek,where the…
your letters
these lettersyour hand writesyour handwriting is all curious curlicuesas if a right-handed calligrapherwrites them with his left footas if a…
Like Grandfather, Like Father, Like Grandson
Byung Yu fidgeted with his cigarette holder. To call his father, why worry so much? Certainly not a child anymore,…
A Sound Poem
Bob claims a sound poem engages all five senses.You see it, hear it, touch it, smell it, taste it.Picture a…
Beyond Pain
Someone I loved, I heard the other day,a woman I’d known in my Madison years,had battled Parkinson’s for ten long…
How The One Defeats The Other
It’s the best kind because it’s TV advice.The Other seeks something of valueand kills, using his martial arts expertise,everyone standing…
The Father’s Son
Lieutenant David Chan, off-duty now and having narrowly escaped being killed just a few hours earlier, sat sipping Jack Daniel’s…
geography of days
now we found us at the shorelook back but can’t turnsubject of our footprintsfood for some godwade in and breaststrokememories…
The End of an Era
Byung Yu picked up the receiver. “Yeoboseyo?” “It’s done,” came the voice from the other end. Expecting it to be his…
The Movies
I remember the theater, the old movies festival, the music, and you, the smell of popcorn filling the lobby, that…
Pyramids in Oceans
When it’s going good, it’s like building a pyramid,hauling blocks and hoisting them in place,fitting each neatly into my construction,each…
The Last Gasp
In terms of activity level for all the piers in Honolulu Harbor, Pier 31 was a dead one. No local…
I’m Bored
Life for them, they think, is as dull as a ship drifting in the doldrums,and they say so, some young…
B-Movie
Girl meets Boy.Boy is blind.Girl joins another Girl in bank robbery for money to finance corneal transplants.Girl is caught and…
Lanning Lee 