There is no one who knows a father’s kneebetter than a child who wraps his armsaround that knee and clings to it like…
Fever
When you see your shadowfollowing you around, youmay imagine someoneworking for the FBI, CIA,or any of those surveillanceagencies has been…
At the Movies
Follow the yellow brick road with me. Seethe cornstalks, their long sheathed greencobs, how they snap to attention in front…
A Head in the Honey Pot Forever
Unbelievable that it’s all come down to this, the tossingin of the handful of soil and the long stemmed roseto…
Disease
Why do I remember how elm treesdied along the avenues in Madison?Blighted. Some disease. Blamethe Dutch? Really? What an honorto…
Under the Sun
The languor of summer days, a drop of sweat.Hit the napkin, plop on the word “miss.” It’sMezcal time here, and…
The Beast
Rolling down his window, “Beware,” he said. “There is some beast in there. These old houses. It’s easy for them…
I lost a good friend and mentor yesterday
Jim Harstad was my 11th- and 12th-grade English teacher. He’s been a huge influence in my life, one of the…
Haven’t you learned anything? she says
What is it you see out there? What do you hear? My woman standing at the window staring out into the…
Episode #10 of my third Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based crime story is now available on the Kindle Vella platform
Gaze
I squint, and even though I oddly see you tiny and distorted through the peephole, I can make out her…
And Justice for Some
I stood there, frozen by what I was seeing. The woman, attempting to run out her front door, screamed for…
It Was Something Important
A couple of years after Andrea’s father, someone I’d grown up with, died suddenly, her mother, whom I did not…
The Language of Love
(A 100-word Shakespearean style sonnet for J. Harstad) We find ourselves inside this corridorof language; she comes from the eastern…
On Love’s History
Whenever a love is lost, it signifies a languageshared by two people, unique to them, becomesa dead tongue, some forgotten…
No Peace
I see something sullen, a sort of smoldering angerin the face of the father. I understand he has losthis son…
Hard To Relate
I saw them on the sidewalk up ahead, a tall Haole guy, very fit, maybe six-feet two, in a tank-top…
Social Interaction
Returning, your tongue must be hung on a coat hook, your language each evening left skewered at the door, as…
Coming to the Center
We find ourselves entering a corridor of language, she from the eastern door, and I from the west. We take steps,…
Passersby
From who has been to who will be here?Questions to answer like a color commentator.Opportunities I choose to select people,picture…
Lanning Lee 