She turns both the box cover and bottom over, taps themon the coffee table, asks me did I hide the … More
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The Funeral
There is no one who knows a father’s kneebetter than a child who wraps his armsaround that knee and clings to it like … More
Haven’t you learned anything? she says
What is it you see out there? What do you hear? My woman standing at the window staring out into the … More
Hard To Relate
I saw them on the sidewalk up ahead, a tall Haole guy, very fit, maybe six-feet two, in a tank-top … More
What I’ve Unlearned
It was up there somewhere, that ideal place where the dead waited for me.I learned about afterlife and angels long … More
A Funny Bone Tickled Razor Teeth
The sea rises and falls helpless under the moon waves roll on their cover – in sunlight birds dove and … More
A Good Listener
I could smell it on him the moment he entered the room. Even more than usual. My eyes began to water. You’d … More
InSignificance
On the board it says in gigantic letters:Save — Do Not Erase!double underlined, a mathematical equationsurrounded by a huge protective square,so … More
Seeing Things
“There there there!” says Eddie, pointing through the crack in the curtain. “See what I mean?” I still don’t see … More
What Dreams May Come
A dream you dreamt.em It’s the one that surprises you at noon the following day. Eating your sandwich or washing … More
The House of Missing Keys, Part 14
As Chan and Yamamoto waited for the coroner, Hank Lee, to arrive, they sat on the sofa across the coffee … More
The House of Missing Keys, Part 12
The next morning on the drive over to Kailua, Chan told his partner what had transpired the night before in … More
Save As and All That Jazz
This morning I’m frustrated. Again. It’s a dating problem. Story of my life. Ignoring, forgetting, misremembering, a typo. Each day I save … More
The House of Missing Keys, Part 7
From the outside, Tia’s Place on Kapahulu appeared to be another simple and unassuming restaurant and bar along Kapahulu Avenue. … More
Impermanent Ink (Blue Period)
You sent me the self-portrait in a card once, maybe 1980. You are lying on your stomach, propped up on … More
Stories of My Grandmother
Sometimes my maternal grandmother visits me,I’ll come awake gradually, know she’s sitting there,silent guardian at the foot of my bed, … More
All the Hours of the Day and Night
I don’t know which of the 12 hours I love more,the half that’s a.m., or the half that’s p.m.I’d always … More
London Stairs for Going Down
“Mind the stairs, mate,”he shouts in a harsh tone.I look up, he down at me, his facethat of an angry … More
Hold On
March, about those last three days you borrowed from April to warm you up.I can guess why you wouldn’t want … More
Moving On
This old house stands a ruin. To restore it would be nothing short of a teardown. The folks on This Old House would take … More
Lanning Lee 