This morning, running the vacuum in the living roomThe face of an old flame popped into my headAnd for a … More
Tag: #Memories
The Burning
Merry Christmas, the card was white, like Madison snowAnd like snow does, it’s become splotched with brown. I remember when you … More
Your Love’s Return
When she develops a routineShe’ll stop for nothingHours passing with only pausing brieflyHer method to add a few movementsThink and … More
The Tab
“Well do you or don’t you?” she asked He drummed his fingers on the table but said nothing. Staring out … More
Winter
Go ahead near the end and try To warm yourself in solitary winter Go burn the letters, the diaries, the … More
The Pink Piggy Bank
The gold sun slipsInto the thin horizon lineAnother day spentNot paid for but savedFilling a memory bankGrowing fatWith another coin … More
Eating Chinese
It was with great sadness that I learned my beloved Pauoa Chop Suey has closed down. In memoriam, I’ve compiled a … 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
Old
She remembered that day, that one so long agoit seemed it was a dream, and that fond embraceso hard it … More
Stay Away
I recall the manapua,my favorite steamed char siu buns,half-moons and pork hash.The box half full or half empty? When that … More
Nature Is Revealed
Where are the ones in the suits of gold,those second lookers who’d whiplash our tender necks,the heart beaters who’d burst … More
The Homecoming (Part One)
He sat at the empty round table sipping watery black tea, wondering what had happened to those 75 years. Of … More
The Tests of Time
We’d known each other, worked together in the record store, for nearly six months already. By the time she came … More
Good Medicine
Jim tells me he admires the thick patch of aloe vera flowing down through my rock garden to the patio, … More
That Heart-Shaped Box
Hanging up, I thought then, at that instant,because I was absolutely sure, 19-year old certain,the world would be shot full … More
It’s hard to be where you aren’t
Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More
The Big Knife
At my house, growing up, we had the Big Knife. I don’t know if it was the same at your … More
Remember this one?
It’s us sitting on a seawall.Maybe somewhere near Waikīkī.I don’t know.Great photo though.We’re both looking down and toward each other.We’re … More
The Last Unopened Letter
I grew up calling the neighboring islands of our state that weren’t O‘ahu the “outside” islands, and that big continent … More
Checkout
They entered West Towne Mall and Mrs. Goodman gave great thanks for the warmth. It was officially the coldest winter on … More
