Hawai‘i Literature & Art
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What puts the kick in the chicken, the magic in June? Does anybody sing “Elmer’s Tune” these days? Why would they? What makes me think about it now? Oh my…
Two isolated capitals, initials, abbreviations, codes, symbols — perhaps a prestige logo? Or complete and utter nonsense? Or maybe the beginning of a word or phrase, the remainders of which…
Out on the open road again, Miss Chevy rides smoothly enough at the moderate speed I’m driving her, and I’m well aware that moderation could win the day, assuming the…
“Here you go, sweetheart, and plenty more where that came from.” Mardi curtsies as she hands me the chilled longneck. “And would the ‘here’ you reference mean here in Bryan…
Mardi’s mom’s name is Rose. A long-standing family tradition has her dad selecting one yellow bloom from the bush he cultivates near the swimming pool and presenting it to her…
“I don’t want to drink all your dad’s beer,” I tell Mardi. “Don’t worry about it. He stocked up for you.” “Appreciate it.” “Thought you would. My suggestion. Wanted to…
Part One It was taking longer than it should for sister-in-law Maya to get her kids ready for the drive to Hilo airport after a week-long family visit. Lost socks,…
ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirty-Nine The country school I attended in grades five through eight was a steep-roofed chalet built of river rock, heavy Douglas fir timbers, and cedar…
Don Millich only lived in our neighborhood for a couple years, and he was a couple years older than me, but we got to be pretty good hangout buddies sometimes. One…
“The whole damn thing about God, if He exists,” I say to Mardi, rudely pointing my Lone Star longneck, “is that, if He exists, we need to take that into…