Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
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…
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…
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…
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…
Ho was tough. I tell you da judges was cogitating long time ova many beahs, an finally dey killed one 12-pack, an finally one more 12-pack before dey figgah out…
Holy Moly, I got so caught up planting da new medical marijuana patch in back a da Bamboo Ridge supah secret headquatahs, I totally forgot Monday’s writing prompt. Geez, I…
Just another mellow Monday ova here in da Bamboo Ridge Press supah secret headquatahs. No mo noting stirring. Not even a mongoose. Jes Eric and Darrell playing Mahjong an singing…
Whoa! Weird! Yestahday I couldn’t reach dis site. I tought somebody stole um. I was gonna call da intahnet cops. But now no need. Ho! What a plop plop fizz…
Yeah yeah yeah, I know. It’s not Monday. But I canna let a whole week go by promptless, can I? Why waste da week? So here’s #WritingPrompt numero uno for…
Ho! Was one photo finish dis mont (except for you, Lanning, keep trying, buddy. Maybe one a dese days). An when it came right down to it an we developed…