The Lantern Man in the Kukui Grove
I’ve always been a little too aware of the spaces between things—the gaps in the light, the hush before a door opens on its own. Growing up in the arid...
I’ve always been a little too aware of the spaces between things—the gaps in the light, the hush before a door opens on its own. Growing up in the arid...
When my wife, Mei, moved from Seoul to the quiet shores of Oahu with her father and sister, it was a fresh start—a chance to leave behind the sorrow of...
On a cold November night, after a dinner of leftover stew, my partner Lena and I settled into the worn armchairs in our small apartment’s living room. The TV murmured...
Ever since the night I spilled my guts to you, sitting cross-legged on the cold tile of my bathroom floor with the fan humming overhead, things have shifted. It’s like...
The night before, I’d been watching a documentary about deep-sea creatures, their bioluminescent glows pulsing in the dark. It was nearly two in the morning when I finally turned off...
My first brush with the inexplicable happened when I was nine, in the sweltering summer of 1987, in my grandmother’s farmhouse on the edge of the Nebraska cornfields. It was...
The house on Granite Point Lane was never meant to be a home, not really. It was one of those prefabricated structures that developers drop onto a rocky patch of...
In the autumn of 1994, when I was five years old, we lived in a cramped bungalow on the outskirts of a small Kansas town. The house was old, with...
My cousin Dana and I were the designated movers that Saturday, hauling boxes into the old Hollis place on Cedar Lane. It was a two-story Victorian that had sat empty...
The summer I turned seven, my father started taking me along on his ‘business calls.’ He’d park his rusty Buick in front of some woman’s house, hand me a sack...
I’ve had an odd eye for detail my whole life, always noticing the placement of objects, the order of things. It’s a blessing in retail, where I work, but a...
I have been involved with a group that promotes spiritual awareness for the last year and it has been amazing! I have learned so much during this time about myself...
The last time I stood in this corridor was three years ago, a lifetime before the twins. Now, as I push open the heavy door, the smell of sterile cold...
Listening to the woods...
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