Harvest Red dirt and pineapple fields stain my memories.  Alongside rows of pineapple, I sat on dusty red roads and ate from my kau-kau tin with the old lady gang….

Almost The Same He thought about when he dug graves to earn money. They stacked sixty bodies in the shed that winter the ground froze hard.   Flashforward to a half-century…

Indelible Allegra once told me You carry sadness in your eyes,   She was sure there were stories To tell in the way women can That meander to love and…