Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Let today be an exceptionally special day in an oh so normal mundane way let us look at everything with wide open eyes let the common be an exciting surprise only today shall we dance in the rain searching diligently for the sun in vain we keep on dancing after the rain has ceased the…
It’s true. I recommended the age-old old-age topic to the Buckaroo. Cocky me thought I could write a piece so full of longevity’s rewards as to inspire universal admiration and anticipation among the young. Starting with “Sure beats the alternative” and thinking to mine a rich vein of elder advantage, I falter at “the alternative”….
Hale’iwa Ali’i Beach Park adjacent to Halei’iwa Harbor on Oahu’s North Shore is one of my favorite spots on Oahu. I love to sit on the warm sand right beside the imposing seawall built with huge lava rock boulders, immobile soldiers protecting the harbor entrance. I close my eyes and easily lose myself in the…
Okay, here at the prompts for June. Remember, these prompts are springboards, so no crack your head on the board when you hit um instead of the pool, and no need to use them if you want to write about something else. This month instead of 250 words or fewer, we’re going for exactly 250…
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.”