We Hope You Are Too.

We hope. We can only hope. That one day we’ll be gazing in awe at the same sunrise. That we’ll hear the same “first bird” heralding the big dawn. That we’ll hear the first rain drops of an early morning shower on the tin roof. And the dawn and the first bird and the rain…

Kumuhonua, beach bum or big chief? 250 hua ‘olelo (words)

A beach front hotel in Waikiki, hours after a postcard sunset. The resort is finally returning to “normal”. A malihini man comes rushing into the lobby, shouting. “There’s an old beach bum in my room, don’t know he got in, I recorded everything he said on my phone”. He plays the recording for the security…

Kaloa Pau : notes from a fisherman’s diary

Kaloa Pau Cold morning Fisherman shuffles to the calendar on the wall, Squinting at the tiny print. Oh, Kaloa Pau moon, fishing supposed to be “excellent”. We’ll see about dat… He shuffles away, shaking his head. Cold morning, “double jacket” kine cold. Fisherman steps out to gaze at the sky. Pre-dawn beasts clutter the black…

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