Chris Andaya had a stare so cold it might freeze fire. It wasn’t something he put on; it was natural. … More
Tag: #Childhood
Growing
I wish this shave ice would cool mefaster, and I’m glad for the shadeof this massive old monkeypod tree. We … More
I’m Bored
Life for them, they think, is as dull as a ship drifting in the doldrums,and they say so, some young … More
Close
We sit on the runway at O’Hare awaiting takeoff, Madison our destination. I always try to break the ice with … More
If It Wasn’t for Bad Luck
I did not recognize Keola. If you’ve not seen someone for, say, 25 years, you might have little difficulty recognizing … More
Let’s play pretend, I say
They give me an odd look. Well okay then, I seemy knee in her back –the small of it, looks … More
A Little Advice
Trying to recall, I started counting when you said it,how many times you’d told me that before.“You should never do … More
Violence
When he’d done something wrong, Jerry wouldn’t go home. “Wrong” could be a poor class proficiency report from school or … More
Forbidden Fruit
When I was a kid, I’d walk up my hill on the way home from school.There was a place halfway … More
A Walk into My Past
The walk down into Waipi‘o Valley on the Big Island is easy,but the hike up isn’t, for the casual stroller … More
All Those Miles
Taking hits between rehearsing scenes of Oliver!Smoking all the time during dances and concertsDriving home smashed Saturday nights from Wai‘alae Drive-InDrunk … More
Congregation
Congregation I was one of them, gathering together to ask the Lord’s blessing, every Sunday singing with the rest, how … More
Covid, I tell you, too sick to write. But I think I’m back. This draft is called “King of the Lily Pond”
Ed reads the draft of his story. It’s about Joe, his oldest cousin, tall and broad, much more so than … More
A Head in the Honey Pot Forever
Unbelievable that it’s all come down to this, the tossingin of the handful of soil and the long stemmed roseto … More
Switchblade
I go downtown more often these days. Nostalgia. Chinatown was a regular haunt for me during small kid time. My … More
The Way We Walk
Once, walking through the forest where the Bayan Tree Plaza stands today,I stepped on a branch with a thorn so … More
Christmas, say, 60 years ago
Say 60 years ago this morning, my sister and I would have been awake much earlier than sunrise, earlier than … More
Pray for a Generation A
We’re in a woeful state, down to the last generation: Z.I fear it might be they’re an omega of generations … More
Today
When your legs moved like wheels,the pounding exhilarating,arms pumping, well-oiled pistons,remember the more and more of a young blood rush. Such … More
On the Way
We’d become friends back in elementary school,she and I waiting for our dads to pick us up,we’d sit on the … More