Hanau ka Uku-koʻakʻ’a Hanau kana, he ʻAkoʻakoʻa, puka Born the coral polyp Born of him a coral colony emerged From the Kumulipo The Kumulipo is a Hawaiian creation chant composed…

Ho las’ night me and Aunty went Wo Fat and order honeymoon shrimp. What’s dat? Dey take one broccoli, you like broccoli eh? And den dey make one slit in…

When I think of painting you, I think of dust and roses tossed into a confetti starred night. We should all remain incomplete for someone to apply the next brush…

Each burning moment passing me I longer long for long-lost things Though red-hot fire her ashen cold The north star’s nearness clasped Within her eye and ice A minute interlude…

The homeless man walks barefoot around Kaka’ako with a guitar on his back. He heads down Halekauwila in the art district, past murals by graffiti artists. He spots a narwal…

Boy, wassamattah? I no can skip. Fo what you gotta skip. Maybe hop or jump. But skip no need. Fo da May Day Maypole Dance. Try show me. I no…

Hawaii was not yet a state when ten cents bought: A spit and shine to infantry double buckle combat boots by scrawny Filipino plantation boys; Two Hershey chocolate bars shared…

Chapter One Call me crazy . . . for even thinking about it. God or no-God? Why wouldn’t it make a difference? I’m sure His hand was seriously in play…

The vendors are swarming us. “I see your future,” she says, grabbing at my arm. “You like know? One hundred yuan.” I glance at her. She has coke-bottle thick glasses….

A Bird in Hand On a cloudless summer day she flew into my life and rested her head in my hand with the weight of a butterfly. She spoke of…