Hawai‘i Literature & Art
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Here are two possible prompts for this month’s writing contest. You can always come up with your own. This month we’re going to go for EXACTLY 90 words. That’s not 89 words, and it’s not 91 words. This piece, prose or poetry, or any hybrid you want to try, can be only 90 words EXACTLY….
You all get da big 10 Bamboo Bucks. Gotta cash um in by Novembah 30 in our online store. Tell our Joy you won so she give you da 10 Buck discount. More important. Awards. Yeah! Fred Peyer, you win Da Old Geezer (or His Persona) Who Still Get da Sap Going Like One Broken…
Aloha, aloha, aloha. Dis da tird an las prompt for Novembah. 100 words only. Not 99, not 101, but 100 words on da nosy-lani. from “Painted Passages” by Gail N. Harada 1. The even weave of the canvas becomes a familiar as childhood, perhaps an expanse of sky or sea the ground we walk on…
Remember, this month we’re writing pieces that are EXACTLY 100 words in length. Prose, poetry, a hybrid style, anything goes, but make sure your entry is exactly 100 words. The title does not count in the word count. * * * * There is neither light nor fuel for light in the paper lanterns swinging…
Here are two possible writing prompts. There is one special requirement for November entries. We’re going back to one of our tried and true favorites. Your entry must be exactly 100 words long. It can be poetry or prose, anything goes, but it must be EXACTLY 100 words in length. * * * * *…
Was tough again, I tell you. Get two dis mont da judges like. Dey tol me, Eh, BB, you choose. Frick. I hate it wen I gotta do dat. At firs I tought I was jes goin flip one coin. But den I tought, You know what, dis is Bamboo Ridge. Dis ain’t some kine’a,…
The Japs, my mysterious kin, Had just bombed Pearl Harbor. Each night thereafter, Each home Was allowed one blackened light. So, windows were tarred And cracks under doors were Stuffed with rags, chastizing The light that dared to wander. The block wardens would then Come to check out the lights. Violators were startled by the…
Use any ideas you come up from these excerpts as writing prompts. Let your mind wander, and let’s write. Scales glisten; pink whiskers jut out. Some are the color of mud, others recall the embroidery of coats placed on babes one-month old. Fat, round, small: they lay on the crushed ice, stall after stall….
When I started getting interested in girls, I used to go bananas over the chicks in my school but could never seem to score any of them. I’d watch movies every night and study how the guys on TV would always pick up the chicks. They made it look so easy. I tried some of…
If we hike up the mountain far enough, You and I will discover the shipwrecks, The beautiful grottoes where orchids Have grown in the boneyards. From “Hiking by Moonlight,” by Tino Ramirez, Bamboo Ridge, The Hawaii Writers’ Quarterly, No. 1, December 1978, New Moon (https://dspace.lib.hawaii.edu/handle/10790/5207) * * * * * There was a clock on…