Mrs. Kimura always gave us all kinds of goodies over the years. She would make them herself, all year round. A month…
Fly Away Home
I love retirement. In the morning, when folks are standing at the bus stop outside my house, I hang on…
A Cleaning
Since the time he’d had braces as a kid, he’d been a floss-aholic. Any food particle between his teeth drove him…
A Pairing
Sometimes it felt like everything came down to a beautiful struggle in the dark, the work and work until she…
Missing
If she’s told them once . . . well, she has told them once, hasn’t she? Hasn’t she? It’s hard to…
A Helpful Kind
He’s always thinking about other people, more particularly, what he can do for this family. Barbeque perhaps, bake some muffins,…
Gambler (HS 124)
I run across the street, against the red light,to get out of the downpour. I have no umbrellaagain. I never know…
Gallery
So, yeah, that’s the last one there. None of themare perfect, of course, none exactly to my tastes, really,but I’m no…
The Work
The plaque says 1909, I read as I leanupon this venerable stone wall, and can seesomeone laid these stones, fit…
No More
I remembered how Russ Feingold, from Wisconsin, stood before the U.S. Senate and cautioned them not to approve authorization for…
The Brakes (HS 123)
Near seven decades of run on, sentenced to a worn and hazy neatlythere you go, so you’ve slowed, you slowly,…
Found some folks reading my work : )
When I Travel
The idea is knowing that I can gosomewhere, and I am making the firstpattern of steps, no one has ever…
Rain (HS 122)
Starts a bit of off-white in the corner of your eye, a smallstorm cloud, a tiny spy, that spot, surveillance…
Bring me my wine (HS 121)
Hotel California, I can’t outrun you, see, how she’s blocking me
Pacific Specific (HS 120)
When they come, it’s a surprise cook up somewhereplunked potluck between here and — that Idon’t really know free range,…
All Hallows’ Eve: The Unmaskings of Honolulu — Chapter 21 (excerpt)
David Chan thought his partner might make and interesting tour guide. “This guy, this neighborhood, what a frickin bunch of…
Exit Laughing
Being able to tell a joke is an art,rolling helter-skelter over a rough patchof cobbled words to a smooth finish,kicking…
In the Forest
It was very strange, wandering there in the woods of Cape Breton. I had just finished 10th-grade. My folks and I were…
Blogger Recognition Award
Mahalo to Tamara Yancosky https://monikajeneva.wordpress.com for her nomination of my blog for this wonderful recognition award. I started my blog…
