Time was time was less important to me It seemed to stretch out slow and endlessly Affirming my dreams as distantly true A glorious bird soared to deep distance A…

Here are the rules and regulations for the September version of The Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Monkey Writing Contest. Remember, you can write a prose piece (short story,…

Congratulations to Writewords for “The First Day of School”; Jim Harstad for “Lahilahi, August 1966; and Doreen B. for “A Spot of Serendipity.” All have won 10 Bamboo Bucks to…

The bittersweet new beginnings are manifesting from the dusty ashes of fading old endings. Time is constantly changing, graciously creating a new adventure while sealing the past. Hopeful optimistic, respectful…

Ko’olau sunrise, Gold Palolo morning, Full moon fading wearily maka’i.

Called Cornet Beach for the variety store just across Farrington Highway, its tide pools sparkle clear in the near-cool morning on the school side, across the bay from Mauna Lahilahi….

She loves the look of her newly purchased composition book, blank lines inviting the scratch of her just-sharpened number two pencil. “See Spot Run,” she writes in careful print, mindful…

hum some number now for the dying of summer crumbling into fall

Okay, writers, here are the rules and regulations for the August version of The Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Monkey Writing Contest. Remember, you can write a prose piece…

Roaches. Dung beetles. Spiders. We sometimes use our names for fellow terrestrials to characterize each other. Some might say those are our truest names and selves. I might say so….