Confrontation (Part One)

Chris Andaya had a stare so cold it might freeze fire. It wasn’t something he put on; it was natural. … More

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