In this post-pandemic world, travel had become trickier. On top of the health layers, people didn’t act the way they…
The Homecoming (Part Four)
He sipped the tea, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes. You can always tell a good Chinese…
When I have fears
in the small hours, fingers interlocked behind my head, I search the hidden ceiling straining to see any star beyond,…
Old Criticism
The women were of all kinds so many stunning ones passed before me breathless water flowing round me rushing cool…
The Homecoming (Part Three)
His plane had arrived late. Too late to ride the party bus. Sipping his tea, he watched the old woman…
The Homecoming (Part Two)
He sipped his tea. Black tea in the daytime, green tea at night, right? Or was it the other way…
The Homecoming (Part One)
He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of…
The Alarm
He dreamed he grew up so empty he became a hollow echo of resoundingly resonant invisible soundlessness. Nothing he ever…
The Tests of Time
We’d known each other, worked together in the record store, for nearly six months already. By the time she came…
The Downside of Town
My store is in a part of Chinatown that has so far avoided the magic wand of urban renewal. Take…
Halloween
He despised children. He sat there in the dark to make it look as though there was no one home. …
Friends
My childhood friend tried to claim the sky belonged to him. As we sat there on the lānai, looking out…
Rainy Day Love
the race is on to outrun the raindrops my feet beating the ground faster than they can fall my rhythmic…
A Prayer Answered
Like his Army buddies, he decided to attend college on the GI Bill. School sure beat dodging bombs and…
Time
To say that you have nothing but time is an exercise in self-delusion. They tied a rag around his face…
I Contemplate Writing Days
One day the poem is good, the story sound.The next day, Hmmm . . .One day it’s, Yeah, well.The next…
That blade of grass there
the one with brown edges now, is the journeywork of a fading star, our cooling sun’s the one. Really in…
Too Far Gone
I could not go with you lost on that trail you and me crocuses and cacti fields of yellow daffodils…
Contributing to the Cause
I have been to the Bristol bus terminal enough times now to have lost count. Not a huge number of…
Dinnertime
Charlie calls hogs, eats um, chickens too, royally roasting marbled tunes of time draped in gold and bar-b-que sauce, sweet…
Lanning Lee 