Hunting for a Subject

I was sitting at the Tahitian Lānai piano barwith the actual Surgeon General of the United States,on vacation here in … More

The Lurch (Part Three)

The day— it was night the last time he knew – had gone well. The same routine since he’d retired. … More

What’s that you’re saying under your breath,a curse or a blessing for me, you’ve done both well.I’ve grown to known … More

Because there’s too much headwind whipping now,too much ocean motion for me to feel your ripples,finger skin tendered soft, how … More

my tongue bitten to bloody point,harder and harder, I feel it now, and justa little bit harder now, yes, there, … More

I have been dreaming myself into stories again. These should be some of the quietest journeys I will ever take, … More

Never mind the bloody footprint track his right boot made for the first few steps. Nobody is 100% perfect. But … More

So you’re sitting in a room with a blank piece of paper or a blank screen in front of you. … More

In 1973, on the heels of him rocketing into the big name star echelon, Neil Young came to Hilo Town … More

“I want the red one,” said the little girl, pointing to it. Mr. Watanabe looked at it. Then at the other … More

When she hugged you the last time, the wind whispered, traitor. You feed my sleep often with dreams of yesterday … More

We’d all grown up together from small-kid time, most from age three or four, so far survived school, work, bad … More

“What’s he done? Lady, that is what David Chan will get out of the guy who just plugged your hubby. Either he … More

I’ve decided I’m old enough to saythat time does not heal all wounds.I know this because I’ve experiencedthe kind ofgriefthat … More

I went back to my office. Some woman was waiting. I was anxious to get to the bottom of Kama and Eugene’s … More

Chan had a witness. It looked to the witness like the victim had been swimming and a woman had saved him … More

The end of the carnival of light and soundthe summertime fairgroundof Ferris wheel and rollercoaster rideslaughter a million miles from … More

When I was growing up, every neighborhood had someone like Mrs. Matayoshi. If there were someone living near you who had … More

It was that booming sound of rage, so thrillingto witness the angry sloshup of hydrologic forces,brimming froth and foam and … More

Never start a piece of writing offering your reader advice. What you will find, I have reason to believe, is that … More