Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
She opened the door, peered within, then, sighing, closed it. Three days of leftovers; time to transform, Chopped-wise, or commence discarding. She didn’t like to waste. As she stood in the kitchen, straining for possible permutations of three widely dissimilar dishes into a marginally palatable meal, her thoughts were interrupted. He: Eh. I go pick…
Everyone knows January first is new To me, new means That sweet scent of a just born baby’s head The smell and crackle of book pages never read by anyone before me That book bag my Mom made from scrap material, filled with school supplies And a box of 48 Crayolas, sharpened and still whole…
It’s another spring coming that I won’t be back in Madison, go there to write, my personal writing workshop, a retreat, where the energy is good and the writing flows. I’ve been doing this for several years now, spending five days doing nothing but write all day, for several years, I should say, up until…
Why, hello again, Miss Sadie So pretty this morning Like mornings past Beaming brightly Glowing whitely Coquettishly glimmering Chrome shimmering GLC 300 Paper plates serving notice: 02/28/22 Some lucky someone’s Christmas gift? Beauty notwithstanding You scowl unhappily Vulnerable and forlorn Singular in your station On the street amongst riffraff At the mercy of the elements…
1st Feels like the old new year: infinite loop; flying Dutchman; Möbius strip. 2nd Paranoid about going to the gym though working out with a trainer in a room by ourselves, double masked. Embarrassed but asked if could bring a fan to circulate the air. 3rd Spent more time than wanted to researching KN 95…
It’s called the Novel Coronavirus and by novel they mean it’s a “new pathogen of a previously known type”. By “they” I mean the World Health Organization who approves the manner of naming. No longer are viruses named after a location or person or species – according to Wikipedia. No more Chinese Virus or Kung…
Imagine arriving at house beautiful, someone’s home, unburdened of personal effects. A temporary code to access entry, the weight of a nickel-brass key abandoned to another life. Rooms decorated to a minimalist simplicity, the space itself expansive, clearing the mind. Bedrooms empty, full of ghosts of guests past, take up residence on beds, tangle among…
Older Traditions: Fireworks fizzled But shared Year-end soba Warmed the rain soaked night. eyk 1/1/2022 hatsu haiku The big pot comes down Sound of Mizuna chopping Making ozoni. eyk 1/1/2020 Newer Tradition Fukubukuro, Faithfully kept due to ease Of on-line shopping. eyk 1/1/2022 Notes: This year’s rain soaked half of my midnight firecracker string, but…
Happy New Year. This month, let’s go for 100 to 500 words. This time, I’m thinking of new things. New looks, new cars, new ideas, new shoes, new names, new games, new loves, new moves, new homes, new years, new _________. So let’s do between 100 and 500 words on new _________. Or, as always,…