I’m eight years old and itching to become a hero. My great-grandpa’s yard in Wahiawā is steeped in enchantment, and I’ve not yet been trained not to see it. Great-grandpa and I built a wagon together two summers ago, and as I carefully pack it with necessities for my quest, I sense that I’m being…

A Farewell Toast (eulogy for a sandwich) I am not dressed appropriately for this, with a red mess of guts on my blouse. Your guts. Yellow bits of little yous drying on my chest. You were a summer tomato that tasted like fall, warm and bright but on its way out. Fresh off the vine…

It’s kaukau time at Tutu chan’s house, she taught me how to save every grain of rice when you wash and every grain from the pot when you save leftover rice. She treated each grain like it was a tiny, gold nugget. At sunset, we would sit on the front porch. The steady buzz of…

It was great to see new faces submit pieces in July. I hope to see more from you, and I also hope to see some of our regulars post a piece or two. Remember, these prompts are only suggestions. Feel free to write about anything you choose. Pieces in any language are welcome, and no…