Sarah’s grave looks new, well newer, and spreads outto a green grass field, the unfilled spaces for future use,to be…
Covid, I tell you, too sick to write. But I think I’m back. This draft is called “King of the Lily Pond”
Ed reads the draft of his story. It’s about Joe, his oldest cousin, tall and broad, much more so than…
Time Travel
To my dismay, I’ve found I have no copy of Jane Eyreat home. I’d wanted to reread it after all…
Silent Fireworks
I tested positive Saturday morning, and have livedwith covid, the fever, the chills, and the body ache,since, but now, as…
Covid, I tell you. Forgot to publish yesterday’s poem called “Out of Time”
It must be younever really caughton, weren’t smartenough to know,or weren’t thinkingabout how true lovemight grow when you could. Throughtime it…
The Funeral
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…
