About Time

No cajoling or encouraging necessarySilentSome say sinisterPlaying peep at meOld-time kids’ cardboard periscopeI don’t have to spyTo know you’re thereIf … More

The journey

to the final falls at the river’s headbecomes more treacherousthe closer I come to getting there,the more slippery the terrain,boulders … More

Down the darkened hall I see

a distant little door before whichyour message sits, like you, I wonder,waiting.  The journey from herewill take an hour, from there … More

The End of It All

Jacob Sugai sat glassy-eyed, his cold hands folded and resting on the deep green desk blotter. He’d been first into … More

The Toll of Travel

Near the trip end, a so long vacation of viewingtossed pasts like old glass broken to the bottomin blunted glitter … More

On Achieving Negative Space

When I eat now, I’ll leavehalf a sandwich or an applepartially consumed, bothbearing accusatory bite marks,the back half of my … More

Walk to a Dreamless Sleep

Just before you sleepYou may hearThe road you’ve wound downTalk to youTell you the tale of your stepsHow it’s heard … More

Then

Back when Friday was for crazy, Saturday insanity,Sunday for laying in the dead, steamed like lobsters or clams,there’d come again … More

Broken Is Broken

Don’t pick up the pieces, put them back together,then tell me, Hey, look, it’s as good as new, all right? … More

Cooling

In the shade, he sat enjoying his shave iceunder a banyan tree, the sound of wavesrolling on, the wrinkled ocean … More

Redemption

Into our heavy shame wedges truth,sharp, an accusing guilt that can move usnowhere, cannot carry us back in timeto change … More

On the Beach

A steeple dynasty palm grows its spiked shadow umbrellaover sand’s losing battle, washed out by thin skimming water. They scatter, … 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

Wellspring

In every family there is one central soul,the energetic heart that pumps life blood to all,the bond of it all … More

What’s Done

Pressing themselves, all of them, into permanent wallflowers, these young people gone flat at functions, standing still, eyes lasers on … More

The Final Movement

Our father says the sound is loud enough to wake the dead. The music is alive tonight in infinite weathered … 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

The Long Grass

I touch him carefully and wait. Nothing happens. I lay my hand on him, stroke him. This perks him up … More

Normal

If you lived an eternity in each moment, he wondered,why wouldn’t that mean you’d only ever live for a single … More

Pursuit

The only way to get in there, she believed without question, was throughperforming good deeds, the living by and through … More