Shade (HS 147)

Revised 12.12.23 The people working inside here look hardly savageEven though a paler woman sitting sunning outside said they wereSaid so…

Memory (HS 146)

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wipe the slate clean,tabula rasa, my mind a blank, history erased, wake up tomorrow knowing nothingbut…

She says, Surely you’re kidding me about Waikīkī.I say, Oh, yes, — no offense — of course . . .…

In the early morning, when she’s done, she’ll sleep, dreamless,her hard work over, pleasing many, her best shots,giving everything at…

Each time we meet, we roam the hills of imagination,plucking up little plots, new twists and turnsleading only to a…

It’s amazing to imagine that at one time Hawaiʻi had to be sold,a barely known collection of merely faraway map…

He could see the sun just breaking the horizon, a tiny sliver of light, but it was still dark. He’d been…

I’m standing at the edge of the Sahara Desert,looking out upon sand and sand and sand as far as I…

These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long…

“The children,” she said, trying to lift her hand, but only able to look their way, nod her head toward…

I have this faint hope, to ask, as I self-isolatehere on the mountainside below Puʻu ʻŌhiʻa– the place that foreigners…

With you, every day is lemon meringue day,that balance of sweet and sour on my tongue,huge fruit grown on your…

With all the African Tulip trees in bloom, the hillside looked like a huge, undulating birthday cake. “Beautiful,” she said. “Just…

Love, must I not have a word with you, just for laughs,see the rain, how clearly the sky bleeds for…

Not to look at it ever again,not to see that way anymore,I hide myself from me, from usand from that…

Every one of us saw him as an ignorant ass,and the beer was cold, and the oaths flowed,and maybe we…

I said, You’re so appealing,you set my mind reeling,lady I got a powerful feelingI’m about to fall hard. I could…

The wind moaned all through the night, groaned so,making love for hours to the trees surrounding me,the two swaying together…

My phone. I carry it everywhere.Sometimes I think I am the sanest person I know of.Then I think about Snowden.Don’t ask…

This is neon lit backstreetsbeckoning tourists to ogle belly-dancers,choose the one who will do more than simply shimmy.We arrive at…