Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
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…
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…
Is it too late in life to write about my wedding in the summer of 65? I felt my moʻopuna needed to know. I’m not sure why it took me…
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…
This is da room dat nevah change. So many years gone by, but we keep em da way it was. Wen Tutu lived in it. I nevah met her. But…
This poem was written in celebration of Mahina ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, Hawaiian Language Month, in the Niʻihau dialect. Translation provided below. ʻĀpuatea Ua hele mai ta ua ta ua nui ta…
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…
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…
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…
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…