Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Don Millich only lived in our neighborhood for a couple years, and he was a couple years older than me, but we got to be pretty good hangout buddies sometimes. One…
Along the Ala Wai in the cool heat of day’s end We might see walkers Rushing by without smiles Intent on closing the gap to unknown destinations. Hand in…
Grandmother’s half-filled tea cup cools in the family Butsudan, her enigmatic smile exposing white teeth, appearing less spectral since the move from mom’s bedroom where she sat unobtrusive for a…
Prompt: From “The Alternative,” by Jim Harstad One of the really good things about being old is having the leisure to think about all the noble things you did on…
“Look,” my wife says, “they don’t go all the way under.” I see but am not relieved. “They lock you inside,” I say. “They close the hatch after everyone’s stuffed…
Been missing summer mornings Kicked back on the saggy futon Tank tops and tube socks Blowing the AC Shoulders icy to the touch We threw open the windows Someone put…
Here are the prompts for July. There is no specific word count this month. Write a piece as long or as short as you like. Again, the suggested prompts may…
When the veil between the past and present flutters I see the source of my healing touch and intuitive reading I see my fear of being in the water Waves…
As a youngster I was dragged to Sunday service, sat brooding in a middling distance pew, wedged amongst my mother, grandmother, and sister, jerking awake against the pastor’s droning tide….
is born in times of desperate necessity, given shape by a growing ambition and substance by opportunity. Grandfather grew to young adulthood in Ilocos Norte, Philippines, then a U.S. Commonwealth…