Lomeo and Iulieki – one pidgin tragedy inspired by Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”

Aloha BR readers, If you nevah read “Lomeo and Iulieki — one pidgin tragedy” part one and part two, mo bettah go back and catch up. Bumbye going be too confusing.   Part Three Lomeo had blood All ovah his white t-shirt. Dat same night He wen sneak up Da big, white plumeria tree Fo…

Lomeo and Iulieki (one pidgin tragedy — part two)

Aloha BR readers, If you nevah read “Lomeo and Iulieki — one pidgin tragedy” last month, mo bettah go back and catch up. Bumbye going be too confusing. Da two sweethearts wen make one plan One secret wedding  in Vegas, Some day. But fo now, Iulieki gotta go back home Bumbye da maddah and faddah…

Lomeo and Iulieki, one pidgin tragedy—-500 words

Wuz one hot August night In fair Kapahulu Under one full,  moon of da egg of da Golden Duck. Gang fights Da Wong ʻohana  Against  Da Mahi ʻohana Big, big beefs ʻOhana against ʻohana On da basketball court At da bus stop At Alex Drive In.  Big beefs Going get mo trouble. Finally, da judge…

Loke

Loke Swims Like Ka poʻe Moananuiākea Oceania’s people. Where do they come from? We’re all supposed to be one beeeg ʻohana. That’s what archaeologists say. Transported On the first wave Transported on the first broad current like seeds in the wind, scattering scattering. On the sinking islands of Moananuiākea. Loke ponders. Who were they? Who…

Ox to Tiger and Two Grammas: 709 words

I nevah met a language I nevah like. So I wen weave English, Pidgin, and ʻōlelo Hawaiʻi into this piece. So much going on dis month. Mahina ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi (Hawaiian Language Month), Makahiki Hou Pākē (Chinese New Year), and our usual recognition of ʻŌlelo Paʻi ʻAi (Pidgin) as vehicles of spoken and written expression. Sounds…

My tutu : 295 words

My tutu She’s building, fountains Shooting higher than the tallest ʻōhiʻa tree in the forest. Her fountains spit rocks and glass Her hemo-skin anger is unbridled. Her wiry tresses snap into myriad fragments of needles and glass floating floating carelessly on a current of hemo-skin heat and wind downwards, downwards, towards rainy Hilo. Her hair…

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