My response to a song written for me using the ylang-ylang flower and my love for the composer who is from Wai'anae, thus the references to Ka'ala and Kaiaulu wind of that area.

KURT, Connie, Angie come look; Mom screeched from the Kitchen; I just saw the hound dog!

A parody of Clement C. Moore's classic "Twas the Night Before Christmas". This poem does have racial overtones. Please understand I do not mean to offend anyone.

Natural body odor.

What can I say? I think the title speaks for itself. In addition to my caregiving duties I have just recently returned from 2 and a half years of living in China. I have spent a total of 15 years in that country. So I'm dealing with reverse culture shock as well as the stress of having to care for my Dad. Hence the poem.

When awake, she would insist you sit in the chair next to her lounger, cling to your hand, afraid to lose you. 99 words

My wife is from Arizona, where wild javalinas (or "collared peccaries") roam the desert. Peccaries aren't pigs, but look a lot like them. How hard it would be for a javalina native to the islands to be always correcting people…

"Her faded jeans stiffen with the crushing ache
that no machine can wash away."
Between 1995-1999 I worked alongside my husband and son as a roofer/laborer. This piece describes a typical day on the roof.

Not fo any contess only to get dees off my chess. I gotta buss out dis story . I no can hole-um in already. About time da trut going really come out

The is a Year of the Dragon Contest entry for June.