Black Friday madness Hurry people, get your stuff The lines are crazy

The clever knife finds On a bird-boned bridge to beak Enough meat for jook.

In March 2000, Dad, Sis, and I moved into our new home. One spring day, Dad walked in, carrying our three voter registration cards; he had an impulsive idea. On September 23 and then again on November 7, we piled into Dad’s PreRunner and drove down to our polling place, Ho‘ae‘ae Community Park. Dad, Sis,…

November’s the cruelest month for some. A time for reflecting on past mistakes. A time for choosing best whatever comes. A time for regretting squandering ways. Why do we age in the way that we do? Time stalking us, tick tocking down our days To a point where we’re agonized against some tide, gulping breaths,…

Okay, now that Halloween is over, it’s time to talk turkey. That’s right, it’s November. Hope you all have started your holiday gift shopping. This month we’re going up again. So you can write a haiku or a piece that is exactly 100 words or a piece that is exactly 1222 words Here are the…

“Ewa run into a spider web, Man?” “Scariest ewa , Man!!” “Ewa have a spider on your face, Man?” “More scary ewa, Man!!!” “How about SpiderMan’s face?” “Yikes! Run Man run!!!!!”

Every year October is the tenth month of the year, the third month to the end of the year, the celebratory of Halloween, and the middle of the fall school semester. As the month of October comes to an end, midterms are sure to drain your soul. Just like the spirits and ghosts that appear…

So dey give you dis stuff fo make you go. Da ting work. Work bettah den da time I went eat your Auntie’s tuna sandwich she said was still good. Da doctah told me relax. Da nurse told me relax. “I no can relax. No can help. I pa-ke. Tight!” Da nurses crack up, especially…

He puts on his tabis, my Grandfather yet the morn is still anew Lima beans and passion fruit glistening with leaves of dew Doves coo about in strutting steps pecking seeds along their way Minding not the sounding hoe his figure they see each day Butterflies flittering about with the chorus of buzzing bees A…

It was humid, but he loved the moist heat, although he often talked about how much he preferred cold weather, would sometimes brag about withstanding nights of extreme cold dressed only in his shorts. He stooped, a bead of sweat falling on the brown bedroom carpet, and slowly rolled open the bottom drawer of his…