Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
In this Hawaii Covid bubble We are bombarded with politico and medico messages About high case counts, rising deaths, hospital overflow, No go out to eat, support your local restaurants, get take-out Stay home as much as you can, create your own small pod— I think it’s five people this week The latest is old…
In a flood of light the first wave of a throbbing pulsing battalion– wings, partly-hardened on their backs stream across the kitchen floor– drain under the refrigerator. A second wave moves swiftly like a landslide descend from bathroom walls mirror, tile, sink– seek refuge in unseen cracks and crevices. They wait–for power to go off….
Never say a good or a bad egg. However, if there is an egg involved do not ever assume it is an indifferent one. It should never be said to be a bed of roses ever again. It should be a bad, a bid, a bod, a bud, and sometimes a byd of roses, or…
It’s fuckin fucked up ovah here Everybody coming not jes for play tourist But fo fuckin live, permanent kine, like death All da construction fo build houses fo rich guys Da frickin crazy traffic and jammed up beaches Da screwed up environment with no more peace If you gotta come, make it short The more…
Aloha, writers. This month again we have no word limit. Enter as many times as you like. Ignore all prompts if you wish. From “Spirit Rocks,” by Jim Harstad The bad luck cycle has been stopped in its tracks. * * * * * From “How It’s Hanging,” by Lanning Lee Comedy is the hardest…