Books as old friends

I read you again, silent words and fading pagesturn them, weighing the paperthe memory of our first touchI close my … More

I know about first love

I’ve been there and I can tell youexactly what it’s like. For sure youhoped she’d be someone special, the one, andwow … More

The Gardener

I’m watching through the running glass window, an old one from 1926.I see my father, his figure slightly distorted in … More

Footsteps (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery, Chapter 11)

Father and son sat on the lānai of their Punchbowl home. The sunset was one of those spectacular Hawaiian ones so … More

Family Moments (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery, Chapter 8)

Late that evening, nothing else breaking, David Chan staggered home to get food and a few hours of sleep. It turned … More

Time: Lesson #5 (September Song)

RememberSummerCountryRockDiscoPop78Era / AndRecordsCassettesCDsMP3sWaiterPlease * * * * * Aloha #WriterFriday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is music Use it to inspire a piece … More

Affair on Eighth Avenue

I sing a fall chill wind exploring the corners here, on the downside of town,the sun unable to peer into … More

Reactions (A Lieutenant David Chan Mystery, Part 30)

Yamamoto was more curious than alarmed to find out that Chan had narrowly missed becoming an ex-partner. Fingering the bandage … More

X. Crossing Sevens

So they don’t look like ones, you taught me, thatwill bring us back to all the music in Madison held … More

IX. A Madison Mis-Memory

i.My poor dance of memory means I can’t quite reconfigure you,a fool’s waltz round to think today, remembering how we … More

VII. Shooting Craps

I can still picture the pair of fuzzy dice swingingfrom my little orange Karmann Ghia’s rearview mirror.I never knew whether to … More

VI. Madness This Way

i.I don’t know if it was the auburn hair with golden highlights,or the bright red lipstick smile, the dashing scarf … More

V. The Middle of Night

I can hardly say I lived by a frozen lake, on cigarettes and beer,my diet at night, when I’d hear … More

Kindred Spirits

Glancing at the driver’s license photo, she thought it not very flattering and dropped it in the wastebasket. She wouldn’t use … More

The Lending Kind (HS 149)

I’m swirling in the drouse of that head on the pillow before sleep,a thousand ideas swizzling around my brain that … More

You Cook with Gas (HS 141)

With you, every day is lemon meringue day,that balance of sweet and sour on my tongue,huge fruit grown on your … More