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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…

Thoughts on the way to Pana’ewa rain forest. – 400 words.

Thinking about Panaʻewa rain forest, masses of tall, gnarled ʻohiʻa, fragrant yellow ʻawapuhi and cool,misty rain come to mind. Nobody thinks of Christmas trees though. Deep in the forest, a stand of Christmas trees grows in a bowl-shaped clearing, it’s my ʻohana’s secret spot since “mai kinohi mai”. Uncle Kapuna and I go up there…