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In Memory of Humanity : a Than-bauk
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No Can Help : a Nonet
We thought was going be pau by Christmas Dey nevah like start for talk yet Dey said gotta teach lessons People no mo kau kau No mo hospital Da land bus up. How you feel? My tale Pau
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Te Kete, te Tahā Wai ā te Rākau Ngaio (The Basket, the Calabash and the Ngaio Tree)
Aloha BR ‘Ohana, Missed the deadline of last month’s Shoots assignment. I composed a poem based on an ancient tale of the Māori people called Rona. The English translation follows. Hope you enjoy it. A tale of ancient times in a drought-ridden ʻāina. Te Kete, te Tahā Wai ā te Rākau Ngaio Kore wai…
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Akule
Akule I was home to Maui for the summer, home from the university and final exams. Dead broke, I took a job picking pineapples in the waning weeks of the season for a buck fifteen an hour, trying to get a head start on fall semester costs. I sweated for six weeks in the fields,…
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The Shift
The Shift Kyla-Marie K. Turner ENG 431 The big classroom hall lights switch off, the rows of chairs disappearing with the fading lights. Visibly, the classroom is reduced to just the “stage”. Two podiums on opposing side at the front of the classroom, the lights in the front creating a sort of spotlight which…
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The Sunshine State
The warm summer of 2021 will always be a cherished memory. I visited the mainland for the second time, the first being when I was five years old. Sixteen years made an entirely different experience for me. I have so many fond memories from that summer spent in the sunny state of Florida. Such as,…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty
ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty Lucky for us, there is a rear exit leading directly to the parking lot. “You drive,” I tell Mary. “This is your kuleana, your territory.” “What? Me and losers and crazy people? If you want my advice as an almost-certified professional, just stay away from all of it. You’ll…
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A Quick Trip Home
My dad used to have them outside his den. I remember sneaking down there in the dead of night to try to see them. Or maybe I was dreaming, perhaps sleepwalking my way to his collection. Whether awake or asleep, I know I wanted to be impressed, to marvel at the pieces, whether for their…
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A Very Rough Draft of Jim Harstad’s Memoir, ON HE RODE — Chapter Forty-Nine
It’s kind of amazing how fast I start feeling normal by starting my day in a neighborhood among normal people who prepare to go normal places and do normal things. And how good and normal “normal” can feel. Do Kerouac and Kesey feel normal? Would they feel normal tooling around Boston behind the wheel of…
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Life’s Run
Milton stumbles shakily around Mānoa Valley amid traffic. Petrarch perambulates Punchbowl Cemetery perusing stark headstones of veterans. Shakespeare window-shops for Hawaiian souvenirs at Ala Moana Center. Whitman whistles while he waits for a bus at the corner of Ward and Kapi‘olani. Dickinson rents a Biki bike at University and rides down Beretania to Alakea Street….