Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
It’s becoming a bit obvious that I need to talk to somebody — anybody will do, anybody who will deign to put up with the likes of me. The radio might tide me over, if I could get it perking, but even at full volume there’s not a hint of static. Maybe I should get…
figured it’s time to visit Zippy’s again not the restaurant the take-out, where food is less expensive and you can still sit down if you so desire the cashier was pretty but about fifty years beyond my age group I ordered my favorite chili and cheese fries the cheapest way to seriously add calories and…
I wrote like a madman Poured my whole soul into it At least what I thought was my soul Didn’t answer the phone Forgot to shave and didn’t brush my teeth Struggled to find my muse in the bottle Only to get drunk earlier than usual Strived to make great literature Out of the mad…
Ha-wong! Or would that be kara-whong!? Just what sound does a meteor make when it plows full-speed into hard desert rock? Anything like the Smack! of horsehide on cowhide of a Big Jim Wilson fastball to the open pocket of a catcher’s mitt? Of course I jest. It’s more like the sound of one giant…
Lucky for me, the car never hit the bike and the ditch flattened out to cushioning undergrowth. My great black Dutch ditch-bike was a girder on wheels, impervious to bending or breaking, and, like a full-body splint, all my guts and gizzards stayed more or less securely in place while lightly skimming over the handlebars…
Nothing much going on botanically as far as I can tell, but the truth is, Northwest greenie that I am, I can’t tell much. Drifting along, tumbleweed’s love to the ground, etcetera sounds great from Pioneer’s Sons, but I’d sure like right now to hug a smelly, fat-barked old Douglas fir. Protection. Security. Aspiration. The…
Boy and Uncle: Election –Gonfonnit! Damn pen leak all over. –What you doing? –My mail vote. I vote erry single election since I was 16! –Ah, you couldn’t vote when you was 16, Uncle. –I know, I know. But my mother ask me who take care da Chinese people. So I tell her what…
“It is what it is” = “wazzent me!” POTUS, 8-3-20
Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I got to lose? When you’ve got nothing . . .? Still no weed, radio, or penile implants, but, oh well, keep a-movin, Dan. The penile…
Las Vegas — do I expect to see Sinatra’s Rat Pack, or maybe Elvis himself? Why not? When I’d not found Kerouac at Big Sur? The best Elvis songs from an English teacher’s perspective? “You’re Right, I’m Left, She’s Gone” and “I Forgot to Remember to Forget”. As an English teacher, what do I like…