A living equivalent of undersea Christmas lights is the slimy cephalopod we know as the giant Pacific octopus. It’s color changing skin cells create a veritable light show of twinkling greens, blues, silvers, and golds. A cunning octopus commands a camouflage of dots and yellows to blend in with the surrounding sand, an excited one…

“Why’re we stopping?” “This the best place.” Skeptical, Esme opened the door, careful of the guardrail. There, she stood in the narrow space between. They had parked just before the exit curved down, merging with Farrington Hwy. The high school was visible still, but the neighborhoods…. There were no houses or streetlight poles, only shingled…

Editor’s note. To make this month’s entry easier to understand, Part One, here, was submitted last year. You will see Part Two below. Part One was also published in Bamboo Ridge. East Bremerton was called Manette back then, and it had the same relationship to the Navy town of Bremerton as Brooklyn has to Manhattan:…

Christmas Trees, bright lights, Decorations, ornaments, A merry Christmas. Happy Holidays, A rainy, windy winter, A happy new year.

Things look a hell of a lot like Christmas. The day after Halloween, for Christ’s sake. Mall decorations. The snow-banked gifts. I shop early. I contemplate what I might afford and stare in the frosted window. The way the employee in the coat and tie looks at me, he dares me to come. His look…

So now you’ve finished your holiday shopping right? No? What happened to you on Black Friday? Chicken? Nevah like go? Boo hoo for you. So while you’re contemplating your unfulfilled gift list, take a little time to write something for December. We’re going up up up this month again. Sooooooooooooooooooo You can write a haiku…

The first day is to satisfy. It is to enter the clouds of smoky aroma of turkey burning in the oven. It is to gorge down plates overflowing with food. It is to embrace the fat tummies of others. It is to thank others for their affection and show love. It is to sleep being…

November is here. Seasons changing, chilly winds. Holidays to cheer.

Crispy kosher turkey, Drumsticks, dressing, thighs, The sweet Pope’s nose, oh yeah!

So how come da Pilgrims get one buckle on their hat? Pants, I can figgah. Shoes, I can figgah. But hat? Not like dat kine hat going fall off. Maybe supposed to be like one lei hulu. Uncle Henry used to have one lauhala hat wit one feather hatband. He said was from peacocks. Shimmering…