Watching Fire                     by Mary Wakayama            Must have been '52. On New Year's Eve when Sparky Takahashi was maybe twelve, and I was nine, he set the canefield on fire…

Nostalgia I eased myself behind the counter of my bar, the Harbor, sipping iced tea. It was about 8 p.m. Jim Cannon, the bartender, wasn’t due for another couple of…

Aloha to all you friends of BAMBOO RIDGE, and a very Happy October to all. Happy Birthday to all the October babies. The seasonal holidays are coming up. Have a…

          . . . [T]here are those of us who believe Hawaii no ka oi. We know there exists a body of writing which we identify as the Modern Hawaiian Literary…

“Sisters”            You've got to understand about Amy. She's not exactly hateful. In fact I like her a lot. I used to like her because she was tough, but now…

Untitled                     by Karl Ichida It isn't that hard growing old after all — just a matter of moving beyond the breadth of each morning and forgetting your nightmares caked and…

Small Kid Time                                by Maxine Hong Kingston * * * * * Maxine Hong Kingston had already published The Woman Warrior and China Men, and two of her poems…

Friends of BAMBOO RIDGE! Hey! How are you? I hope you've had a great August and a pleasant summer. Did you remember to put in your August entry for the…

Chapter 13 from Island Household                                                                                  by Masato Nagai           It was the first days of June. Kenneth and Willy walked along the main road, toward Peacock Point. They were going…

Introduction: What Can I Say?                                                                                 by Eric Chock I.           When I make my visits to the schools, students, teachers, and administrators are somewhat skeptical of me, a long-haired local guy…