Poem for Kaho`olawe                                by Tammy Laborte, Grade 4 Kaho`olawe is quiet as the sun on it as the wind whipers to the island well you rest you think Untitled           by Allen Darisay, Grade 4 Kaho`olawe is now the place to bomb Hawaiians Where Does It All Lead To                                                    by Kihei 1. Our ancestors…

To Buddy, on the Edge                                          by Dean H. Honma Buddy calls the other day tells me, “got some good deals, brah,” says the bay won't break again till September, and the south “got too much haoles.” He wants us to fly over, pick up a few deals and bring him Honolulu on the way…

A Visitor from Alaska                                          by Ben Asakura           The first time I saw it was on a very warm Saturday afternoon in September, perhaps in 1974. Our foursome was walking single file on the path leading from the first green to the distant second tee at the Wailua Golf Course, pulling our golf carts behind…

Riding the North Point Ferry                                                    by Wing Tek Lum Wrinkles: like valleys etched by glaciers lumbering coarse and deliberate, random traces pointing to that vast, dark sea. The skin is an ochre of old corn, with splotches of burnt embers from a summer of mountain fires. The brown from a lifetime of tea or…