You play basketball eh? Yeah, but we junk. I evah told you our basketball team went from last place to first? Cause of Kau Yuk. Like da red pork? Dats…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
An Invisible Sense of Connection
The weather forecast called for thunder storms. An ominous beginning for an outdoor nuptial ceremony. Dawn emerges with light showers. By mid-morning, light bursts through a rift in the clouds….
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Change? What Change?
In some old boxes of stuff I haven’t looked at for decades, I find a small packet of pristine snapshots, six altogether, of a much-younger me. It surprises me to…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Ghost
Rain drizzled outside the window. How much? It’s $200. He looked back at her. Do you want it all now? She shook her head. No. Then is okay. And only…
Bamboo Shoots awards
March winners in The Year of the Dog Writing Contest : )
Congratulations to the hometown team, Doreen B., Homelessinhonolulu, Jim Harstad, and Darrel. You are all our winners for March. As usual you have each won ten sacred Bamboo Bucks to…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Helping Ah Po to Her Feet
Long time ago, girls only good fo marry off. Like one ox. Can work or can sell. If you no can work, you gotta marry. Maybe if his family rich,…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Ala Moana Wit Tutu
Did I tell you bout da time ma fadda neva pick me up? I had fo walk home afta library wen close an he blames me! ‘What the heck you…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
Angel in Cotton
In about 1962 I saw Joan Baez at the Seattle Civic, modestly well-attended by well-laundered overalls and plaid flannel shirts. Her name was the draw and her shirt was flannel….
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
ID #3244563
His recumbent figure curves large and weary. Unfolding slowly to my prudent pause, He rises on tremulous legs, Leveling intent eyes like a steady beam to my own. He cannot…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Dog
the Optimist
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. How could an estate sale list get any sadder, she thought? Making her…