Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Meet Up At Kalapawai Cafe I waved at the young Filipina waitress, I need ketchup for my fries when you can come. She came, gave me kindness with ketchup packets, Here, try mayo on your French dip for extra flavor. What you drinking? I can get you a free refill. I laughed, Oh, thank…
Take It Off Too tight, Buckaroo, All da sides squeezing me so hard I no can breathe, When da seams bust loose 10,000 words going flood da ridge.
“You mustn’t shed tears for one such as I” But I have not raced to the edge Of my thoughts nor broken the limits Of my pain in order to remember you When no one will – this silence, Absence of remembrance that I Will not stand for. Let me consume these pains…
Against his family’s concerns, he’d majored in photography. Shooting photos in New York had been sufficient exercise, but the mental images of Hawai‘i were more artistically pleasing, the perfect album always there to page through when homesick. He’d prove photography practical. Today he ventured off and up from the ‘Aiea Loop Trail, would take photos…
Fear rises with every rung reached to the diving board. Tadpoles tread water thirty-three feet below…. Deep breath. Eyes close. A leap of faith.
“Who dat? “Lum.” “So skinny.” “Nevah make splash when he jump in.” “He know how for swim? No more fat for float.” “Oh oh. Sinkah.”
Swimming teacha tell us, “Da whole world only get FLOATAHS and SINKAHS. Jump in!” I touch bottom. Pull hard for air. All da SINKAHS gasping.
Happy New Year! It’s the Year of the Ox and time to write. Again : ) This month, every piece should be about an ox. No no no. Just kidding. This month’s prompts are below. The length requirement this month is either exactly 25 words or exactly 100 words Your choice. The following prompt possibilities…
