If you go over to the Bolgs tab, you’ll see that each day, Monday through Friday, a word of the day is posted. Use any of those words in a piece of any kind of writing. Short, long, no matter. A sentence, the great Hawai’i Novel, a riddle, an ode, the lyrics to your next…

Hey, Happy hot August. Hope you aren’t seeing in your own juices these days. No deodorant can hold back Niagra Falls. Congratulations to Piihonua, DoreenB, Homelessinhonolulu, and Jim Harstad for winning 10 Bamboo Bucks (each – no need split um up). Use them in the BR store. Just tell Joy you’re a June winner when…

Fo da boss, he says, “jes’ write”, e kākau wale hoʻi. ʻEha Ke Poʻo Ouuuch! ʻEha ke poʻo! My head hurts. Auē! I feel trampling, all over my rugged kino, my body. I hear yelling, shouting, cussing. Sounds of chanting send tremors through my ʻili. A worn-out cycle of confusion and controversy . One hui…

Wafting, crooning Palolo trades Surge naked and serene across paired innocents. Pele’s na pepa li’li, Tactile as touch. Cupid’s vanilla swoon, Tacit as hush.

Good of The Buckaroo to cut us a break this month — no rules. He cuts me a break every month by allowing — nay, encouraging — me to indulge this mythmaking exercise. Thanks again, Buck. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Can tell you that as I write I keep you firmly…

I’ve just come from listening to Robert Cazimero do a show at the Blue Note nightclub. I’m sitting at the Moana Hotel’s Beach Bar, checking email on my phone. At any bar, I like it when the seats next to me are empty. The young man playing solo guitar is singing quite the diverse song…

You are– the dark speck flapping in the eye of the sun, the passing cloud over the ocean’s face, white underbelly concealing talons, wingtips shearing ocean tides. You navigate the currents, a partner to an ancient choreography of a spinning globe, wind, sun and moon. Where you dived for squid, fishermen found yellowfin tuna. Once…

Leina’ala floats, a dream vision her smile indelible, genuine, always so gracious gliding, swaying, her hands are birds in flight elegance in their movement, soar and weave of feathered flame this haunting hula elegantly danced before her devoted halau Na Pualei o Likolehua, ascendant buds to flower adorned in their yellow costume blaze, burning embodiment…

My draft for Sunday 07.14.19. False Wiliwili — Part Four That night I tried to read the Economics text with the same intensity I read the material for my English courses. Maybe fifteen minutes into the attempt, I found my mind wandering, kept reading the same page over and over again. I was looking at…

I didn’t think of myself as a stalker, but I can see now that my behavior came close. I walked right over to the reception desk at Johnson Hall and asked the student on duty if Anna was still living there. “I’m sorry, but we don’t give out that kind of information.” I looked at…