For a long time you have cultured all these seeds,sprouted them like Mother Nature puttering herself,transferred them gently from little,…
Moving On
This old house stands a ruin. To restore it would be nothing short of a teardown. The folks on This Old House would take…
The Summer Solstice
It’s the longest day of the year, in terms not about how your life is trending, but daylight hours. For…
Episode 14 of my latest Hawaiʻi-based crime story is now available
Taken
The convertible top was seven years old now. Under good conditions, Chris figured it would have held up for many…
Broken Trust
Many years have passed, and I still can’t get the image out of my head,all the broken glass I swept…
Nightmare 101
Welcome, students, before we get started,I’d like to get to know a little about you.There’s an index card on your…
One of a Kind
A friend, a school band director, professional drummer, jazz fanatic, and high-end audiophile,reports he’s just back from a west coast…
Volcano
It was too good to be true, finally, my plan to retire on the Big Island.At 30 I settled on…
I Am a Roll
I am but a lowly butter roll, sitting in this tawdry woven basket, on this threadbare pink linen napkin amid…
For a Minute or Two, Maybe
I did not know what weather meant until I went to Wisconsin.Winter in Hawai‘i, more rain. Summer, more heat.Spring and…
The Last Time I Called “Time”
It was probably on a push-button phone.I remember how novel it felt to get one of those,replacing the rotary dial-up model that had…
Reunion
There are never more, of course, always only fewer, as it is in this life, so it goes, the some…
To Place a Face
I am standing in line for coffee. Even though the social distance floor dots have disappeared, everyone stands a decent…
Selective Hearing
I can’t hear youYou say when you choose not to acknowledgeWhat someone has saidYou lie Over Zoom, FacetimeFake a bad…
Time’s Gift
It’s that late hourBeer in handThe yard work done againI watch the close of the faded irisPurple and whiteNot as…
The Way of the World
These prints in the dust won’t last through a downpour Evidence of annihilation To be annihilated These tracks turning to…
Carbon Copy
Turns the fingers, hands of sloppy, floppy people smudgy. Muck your hands around and blacken paper, shirt, cheek. Handwashers of…
Good Riddance
Our local theaters do good work, bringing drama into our lives. Usually when I go, I’m happy, but this was…
Tourist
Tourist I’m walking the neighborhoods of this small Scottish village. It’s too tiny to be called a “town”; maybe it’s…
