Prologue Hurry, don’t be late I can’t hardly wait I said to myself when we’re old We’ll go dancing in the dark, walking through the park And reminiscing — Graeham George Goble Act I Imagine us together sitting at Starbuck’s drinking coffee after 40 or so years reminiscing. Our yes-yes recollection of events in that…

Part 1 “So what da buggah said?” Rudy the barber asks me. “Some bullshit about Denise and Chris.” I’m waiting for a haircut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher Andaya enter. He’s dark, looks real Hawaiian. “Chris, whas’up?” Suddenly he pulls a knife, comes at me. I grab my gun and…

You whisper dawn again and I think damn, you’re going to go. You rise and I can’t catch my breath for you speaking your soft night’s end song. Some is little lost by you with your goodbye, my whole self aching that I can’t go with you to listen to you shape the air, craft…

I heard a car pull up and stop behind me. Looking back, I watched a woman emerge slowly from the driver’s side door. Coming around to the curbside, she slid her hand along the car’s body, looking as if she were feeling her way. When she made it all the way around the passenger side…

So I woke up not dead, and proceeded from the church back to Dunkin’ Donuts, the place that would become a permanent reference point for me, a little bit like a compass, or a kind of mauka-makai directional bearing. The day I left Madison for good, I intentionally drove past that place, that payphone, for…

for pc tell me again why the rain is wrong for us to walk in, uncovered now why your words curve waves around me life preserver (render reality illusion) tasting the rumor of the moon we savor honesty tonight hard each taking in large bites – the shadow slant (scent) of the pikake gardenia the…

* * * * * Story Number Three * * * * * (Part One) “So what da buggah said?” Rudy the barber asks me. “Some bullshit about Denise and Chris.” I’m waiting for a haircut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher Andaya enter. He’s dark, looks real Hawaiian. “Chris, whas’up?”…

Part One: “So what da buggah said?” Rudy the barber asks me. “Some bullshit about Denise and Chris.” I’m waiting for a haircut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher Andaya enter. He’s dark, looks real Hawaiian. “Chris, whas’up?” Suddenly he pulls a knife, comes at me. I grab my gun inside…

“So what da buggah said?” ma madda asked afta ma fadda dropped me off. “About what?” “About what?” she said, mocking me. “How about what he promised fo pay me in child support? About what? How about what he owes me for trowing one brick tru my windshield?” She sat at the table looking out…