For the first two years in Madison, I live in Susan Bradford Hall. It’s on Greek Row. Once a dorm … More
Tag: #WriterMonday
Fever
When you see your shadowfollowing you around, youmay imagine someoneworking for the FBI, CIA,or any of those surveillanceagencies has been … More
Gaze
I squint, and even though I oddly see you tiny and distorted through the peephole, I can make out her … More
Social Interaction
Returning, your tongue must be hung on a coat hook, your language each evening left skewered at the door, as … More
The Basement
The trip down is always tricky in the dark. Have you ever had something to do, some minor task, that you … More
Flight
It’s funny, I thought – on the non-stop to New York,staring out at the little pockets of light spread againstthe … More
A Quick Trip Home
My dad used to have them outside his den. I remember sneaking down there in the dead of night to … More
Solitaire
Two months since I left Wisconsin, packed up and moved home to Hawai‘i. The phone rings, and it’s her. I … More
The Right Question
So I was walking right behind this guy, following him into Longs. Bam. He went directly to the nearest cashier, … More
Only Ifs
Only Ifs One moment I’m lying on the ground staring at the sky,writhing in pain because I’ve broken my ankle, … More
Getting To Know You
We held a first party yesterday, those of us who could finally attend.After all this time being apart so much, … More
The House of Missing Keys, Part 9.
Before they knocked on Glenn Makia’s door, Chan and Yamamoto walked out on the pier. The boat was a double-masted … More
Maybe You Can’t Fix What I Have
Broken when the US mail chokes how my letters take so much time is it there yet read it immediately … More
Now and Then
We sit sipping coffee. Awkward. Growing cold. My son and daughter, I say, in their 30s, have given me three grandchildren. I … More
We Meet
That night I saw you firecracker starburst red,ablaze in a beautifully carved body,an exquisite silhouette scribed against the dark,your hand … More
No More Nice Things
Crayon and magic markers that never came off the walls;paint on the carpets and doors;knife and screwdriver carved furniture and … More
Self Help
As agreed, I am waiting in the Self Help section of the bookstore.I read in a randomly selected book that … More
Unwound
My legs are tired, heavy.Each step’s more a slog.The clock slows down.Someone forgot to wind it.Used to stay on top … More
The Summer Solstice
It’s the longest day of the year, in terms not about how your life is trending, but daylight hours. For … More
For a Minute or Two, Maybe
I did not know what weather meant until I went to Wisconsin.Winter in Hawai‘i, more rain. Summer, more heat.Spring and … More