Leina’ala floats, a dream vision her smile indelible, genuine, always so gracious gliding, swaying, her hands are birds in flight elegance in their movement, soar and weave of feathered flame this haunting hula elegantly danced before her devoted halau Na Pualei o Likolehua, ascendant buds to flower adorned in their yellow costume blaze, burning embodiment…

My draft for Sunday 07.14.19. False Wiliwili — Part Four That night I tried to read the Economics text with the same intensity I read the material for my English courses. Maybe fifteen minutes into the attempt, I found my mind wandering, kept reading the same page over and over again. I was looking at…

I didn’t think of myself as a stalker, but I can see now that my behavior came close. I walked right over to the reception desk at Johnson Hall and asked the student on duty if Anna was still living there. “I’m sorry, but we don’t give out that kind of information.” I looked at…

I was raised a good Lutheran, so there are two things I know for sure. One, if it looks like bread and wine, then that’s all it is, bread and wine, and two, lying is very bad. And I speak from experience, guiltily, that it is very, very bad if you lie during a conversation…

Anna is a second semester freshman. I’m entering my final semester as a senior, chomping at the bit, eager to get out of UH and head for the graduate program in English at the University of Wisconsin. I’ve heard from everyone that it will be colder than hell in Madison, but I don’t care. I’m…

Four fresh faced white Wisconsin farm lads maybe raised on this morning’s milk and cheese and home churned butter rocket their beat-up red sedan through the city of Madison Perhaps looking for action different from daily farm chores they slow down to visit me on the side of the highway one, maybe 18, rolling down…

I race my children on the wind again to be a child in time and tag the kid out now, too slow now slowing to catch, fading in my drawing time then this time if I will run, then run, and run again not after them, but for them and for me back then, I…

there was no one stronger or smarter no one I admired more, loved more when I was very young but this is 1978 I’m living in Madison, Wisconsin and my dad has surprised me with a visit he’s on his way to Louisiana to check out fishing boats he might buy for his big tuna…

It was nice, seeing Hawaiian music in Waikiki last night. It was the group, Native Pearls. Mihana Aluli and Kanoe Cazimero, on guitar and ʻukulele, with piano accompaniment by Kit Ebersback. Funny, the Blue Note club entertainment coordinator was saying hello to everyone before the show. She asked me what made me interested in coming…

Maile has become a voracious reader, and her appetite for books keeps growing. We’ve picked through the library offerings so we’re now buying books. I’ll not lie, feeding her literature habit has become costly, and because of it, I almost always find myself in a situation where I live paycheck to paycheck. But I don’t…