You play basketball eh? Yeah, but we junk. I evah told you our basketball team went from last place to first? Cause of Kau Yuk. Like da red pork? Dats his name, Kau Yuk? Yeah. We call him dat cause he look like kau yuk. Lotta fat, little bit meat, and red all ovah. He…

The weather forecast called for thunder storms. An ominous beginning for an outdoor nuptial ceremony. Dawn emerges with light showers. By mid-morning, light bursts through a rift in the clouds. Patches of puddles mirror blue. White chairs align neatly on a lush lawn of green facing grape vines in a cultivated field of monochrome brown….

In some old boxes of stuff I haven’t looked at for decades, I find a small packet of pristine snapshots, six altogether, of a much-younger me. It surprises me to see how much younger, yet how familiar. In two of them, I’m picking wild raspberries on a camping trip in BC. Another has me in…

Rain drizzled outside the window. How much? It’s $200. He looked back at her. Do you want it all now? She shook her head. No. Then is okay. And only half. That would be fair. And it’s me. She nodded. The wind had picked up. A storm seemed threatening. And you don’t want it now….

Congratulations to the hometown team, Doreen B., Homelessinhonolulu, Jim Harstad, and Darrel. You are all our winners for March. As usual you have each won ten sacred Bamboo Bucks to spend wisely at our online store. Just mention that you’re a March winner when you check out. Use um before they expire at the end…

Long time ago, girls only good fo marry off. Like one ox. Can work or can sell. If you no can work, you gotta marry. Maybe if his family rich, can get one ox. Father wanted a boy to teach how to read and write. Mother had big ideas. Big feet, gotta work in the…

Did I tell you bout da time ma fadda neva pick me up? I had fo walk home afta library wen close an he blames me! ‘What the heck you gotta go library fo?’ Ma madda had nerve rash from stress! She couldn’t get her hands wet. I did all da babies’ diapas, toilet dips,…

In about 1962 I saw Joan Baez at the Seattle Civic, modestly well-attended by well-laundered overalls and plaid flannel shirts. Her name was the draw and her shirt was flannel. She was sponsoring this gnomish little frizzy-haired guy that nobody’d ever heard of. He did “Don’t Think Twice (It’s All Right)” and “It Ain’t Me,…

His recumbent figure curves large and weary. Unfolding slowly to my prudent pause, He rises on tremulous legs, Leveling intent eyes like a steady beam to my own. He cannot hide the effort of his unsteady steps, Bad hips and arthritis a well-known curse of his breed. I feel a stir of deep sympathy. Precious…

She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. How could an estate sale list get any sadder, she thought? Making her way up the dark stairs to the bleak rooftop, she reviewed the list in her mind. “Baby shoes, new. Never worn. $2” “Various romantic movies,…