Code of Silence

The fog is rolling in, the silence of the night. That quiet that is so heavy you could eat it…

Him

Whether the news affected her, he couldn’t say for sure, never knowing that deeper, secretive view her heart had taken…

He sits there stick alert staring into space, one quivering hand resting just above the keys, the other pointing off…

So let’s try role playing. I’ll be her.You can practice on me what you want to say to her. I’ve…

I remember that I loved the fall color change, but I don’t remember what it looked like. The only ones…

I glance at the clock, and it’s 11:10, one minute shy of that best moment of our lives. On the…

Dig in. I would say “amen” as people commonly do at times like this, who practice it seriously, but to…

You were the hunter and I was the prey,the joke of a couple of English majors.I’m leaving this note and…

Frances Silverwood and David Lindemanused my home, Pacific Heights,in their 1919 song, “Honolulu I Am Coming Back Again.” Commissioned to…

I’m happy to say that my collection of poetry Tellings of Aloha: Songs from Hawai‘i is now available on Amazon:

Everything appeared tidy, organized,each item in its proper place,but when I took a closer look ata lamp, a painting, or…

He used to think, yes, a blue moon is rare, every couple of years, but it does occur, hence the…

I finished my tea and what did I see this morning to my dismay? Those little black leaves at the…

If you were ever told that there were starving children somewhere who would be ecstatic to eat your unwanted food,…

It is 114 degrees, noon, and I step out onto Langdon, stealthy, my eyes darting everywhere, see someone coming, sit…

That secret silent wasting away of hearts breaking,glass shards piling to the floor, soundless winter fall around,a blizzard of loves,…

All nature towers over and around us, ancient forests and hills ever surround us, the moon and stars and endless…

This blood in a chipped china cup is mine,The pattern round the rim is of birds in flight,Frail bodies brushed…

When I was young I was dragged to Sunday service, sat unhappily brooding in a middling distance pew, wedged in…

What do you do when you have a harder and harder time expressing in words what is running through your…