Say, 65 years ago this morningI would have been awakemuch earlier than sunrise,earlier than that time when wormsbegin to quiver … More
Tag: #Childhood
Ghosts
That old child watches youSees you at each instant of your lifeObserves what you becomeWhat time does to youLaughs some … More
Mentors
He always wore mirrored sunglasses, the kind the “Boss” with the rifle does in Cool Hand Luke. We thought maybe he … More
Relieving Memory
Funny how memory can play the roleOf a well-meaning deceiverWhisperer of white liesWeaver of softening patternsRounder of rough contoursA childhood … More
A Mentor
My third grade teacher, Miss Reed (Read)Told my parents that I did not read at grade levelShe asked them if … More
All Is But Toys
Last Monday I did what I always doSettled now into my retirement routineI woke up, for which I’m thankful every … More
Finding Home
He’d buried happy moments of the past back to the beginning, and then, very near the end, he followed the … More
Aloha Pants
Between skinny dipping and vanaThere is a fine timeUntil one thin spineBreaks off in my heelThe blood streaked trailBack to … More
Notes on Growing up a “Jr. Bow”
Preschool (aka The Four-Year-Old Group): Mrs. Crooker. Pineapple cubes with mint leaves and toothpicks (sharp). Kindergarten: Miss Snow. Alma Kimura and I vow we … More
No Way
Sleep sometimes this dream whereDarkness should not beSo black as it’s been painted Go back to playing tagOn the metal … More
The end of the carnival
The summer of Magic IslandFerris wheel and rollercoasterLoud laughter and faster lightsFading after closing timeStanding in the growing quietWaiting by … More
The Accident of Age
We haunt yesterday’s bonfiresCozy after days of swimmingAnd miles of nature walksLearned every plant and treeWe’d seen for a million … More
Foundations
I remember calm nights at home,with pleasant conversation aboutwork, school, how the day went,the laughter and good cheer,very much a … More
Confrontation (Part Seven)
Friday morning, Chris sat with Andrew and Allen on the library stairs. Chris thought about Denise, pictured a shimmering, translucent … More
Confrontation (Part Six)
When Chris reached the field, he noticed a large man, maybe Hawaiian-Portuguese, sitting on the bleachers. He had a whistle … More
Confrontation (Part Five)
On his way up to football practice at Farrington that afternoon, Chris looked for Denise, but she wasn’t waiting on … More
Confrontation (Part Four)
On the third morning of the new school year, Chris made it a point to be sitting on the library … More
Confrontation (Part Three)
The next morning Chris came to school early. He’d arranged to meet Andrew and Allen in front of the library. Chris was … More
Confrontation (Part Two)
“Try stop, Chris, try stop,” said Allen, grabbing Chris’s arm. Chris looked at the small hand, then at Allen’s face. … More
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
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