Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
A Bird in Hand On a cloudless summer day she flew into my life and rested her head in my hand with the weight of a butterfly. She spoke of love in another life and one to come. Her beauty was carved from ice composed in the kitchen danced like a gypsy to flames on…
If you pay attention, nothing is trivial Running her fingers through her hair Primping her hair Brushing hair from her forehead Glancing at her fingernails Looking skyward Nervous laughter Darting eyes Shifting her weight Forgetting to eat Drinking more Twisting a ring Turning a bracelet Fingering her necklace Laughing at nothing Running her finger around…
The Women I love One is a widow who closes her eyes. One makes love with fractured English. One talks in her sleep with foreign tongues. One mistook me for a sane man. One is divorced for too long. One is married to a grumpy groundskeeper. The other ran away with a gypsy. Another is…
Falling in Love Falling in love is when you find someone who loves sushi as you do and you could spend hours talking about sushi and translate those moments into everlasting love.
The fierce love I feel for you is like rolling thunder building a rain and dust storm on a hot summer evening.
Winter Winter comes when a woman goes cold on you when the butterfly leaves your hand and when the hummingbird no longer stands still and when nothing rests on a bare branch.
Desire The Devil makes you an offer every day again and again that you should be his, and then your life will change to gold. And your sufferings will cease in an instant, and you will get everything you want happiness and time endless time. His desire for you doesn’t gobble you all up at…
Waiting For the dancer who loved her, she heard a different beat. One that made her heart bang against her chest walls. He said, “I am taken with you.” And she said to him, “Wait.” And the dancer offered her ribbons and bows taken from his voyages, and she paid for them with her time….
Another Dead Poet’s Society Like that secret Valentine passed to the red headed girl who sat in the back of the class, carelessly opened it and laughed and passed it on to her girlfriends who giggled and pointed at you in your sublime humiliation. Like so many rejection slips buried between the leaves of dusty…
My father With a stiff white collar and classy tie, he disappeared into the night only to return with a lipstick stain for my mother to wash with bitter tears.