It Was Some Kind of Production

Spring was an adventure; we were learning the ropes.Summertime, a little easier going, working out the kinks.Fall ushered in those … More

No Ghosts Go Naked

If you ever see a naked ghostplease know you’re being had.No one has ever seen a genuine naked ghost.This is … More

Traveler’s Mileage Rewards

You regret it now, the random encounter you had while on vacation, when your genitals burn you awake in the … More

Do Us Part

June, they say, is for weddings, and lovers often schedule their exchange of vows accordingly. Some couples may not know … More

Memento Mori

He realized relatively young in life that he would die. That knowledge comes to each of us at a different … More

labor under old love’s illusion

unblinking at a new moonmoving thin skin outlinesilver sliver shimmering roundperfect, the odd center of it allmilky, muddled, blotchy, shadowedtaken all … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 11

“Lieutenant Chan, good evening,” said the huge shadow. Chan recognized the voice immediately. The bartender of the Holo Holo Bar … More

We’ll Meet Again (for AT)

It’s April, the cruel one, and still heavy jacket chilly.Madison in April sometimes feel like mid-winter.I recall those odd days … More

The House of Missing Keys, Part 6

David Chan sat at his desk trying hard to read and not think about the keys. So if this athletic … More

To the Rescue

You didn’t finish the yard work, only half the bedroom’s painted.Dishes lie in the sink, and you hear the bathroom … More

Transistor Days

On the square, silver Sony radiowith the cheap black leatherette wrist strapI always feared would snap,our soundtrack falling lost into … More

The Fruits of Love’s Labor

May I write a song for us?Maybe about our family tree?How about our hawking birds and stinging bees?The scheme of … More

Envy

Someone says, “Mine is better than yours.”It’s that old schoolyard boast,the anger instantaneously rumbling up,separating two children playing to fierce … More

Beg Pardon

You use your arms to disguise your breasts as elbows,to stop the wind from licking at them,or cross yourself against … More

Taken

The convertible top was seven years old now. Under good conditions, Chris figured it would have held up for many … More

The Last Time I Called “Time”

It was probably on a push-button phone.I remember how novel it felt to get one of those,replacing the rotary dial-up model that had … More

Good Riddance

Our local theaters do good work, bringing drama into our lives. Usually when I go, I’m happy, but this was … More

Sugar or Salt?

We sat opposite each other, each stirring coffee in thick white cups, trying to cool it off. “Cream,” I said.  “Cream … More

This Was the Way

I left you there for just a moment, at the forest’s edge, before we began our journey. When I returned … More

A Pressing Need

If you hadn’t heard, I’m sure you could guess that living in Hawai’i is expensive.  Many people have two jobs, some … More