The Hawaiian world lost shape to sounds of the alphabet.

Junior gave me a Primo six-pack when I turned thirteen.

Emotion, the key to hula’s soul.

Hemo-skin hot imu stones swatting flies with ti leaf.

Six bells and all is well.

One Way of Looking I didn’t think I had anything to do today but I checked my calendar just in case this aging memory of mine sometimes mistaken This week I forgot a doctor’s appointment and I felt tremendous guilt for doing so wondered how they’d feel about their wasted time I try to keep…

Hot. Long time ago, no mo AC. Play water gun.

Aloha to all of you, and a very Happy June. This month we’re going to continue the topic that we started up last month. So again, this month, you’ll be wanting to write either a six-word poem or a ten-word story That’s right, either six words or ten words. Write as many as you wish…

They sang, Sunday chorus, practiced perfect pitch always in three pew rows, their robes bright white, Saturday washed and ironed, starched to make the pleats sharp as the polished rims of shining pipes forge edged steel, the quick stops and fervid pace of pump pedal pressing An array of urgent hymns, composed down centuries by…

Ghosts. I absolutely believe in the One interconnected and intraconnected Spirit animating the Universe, and I do call that Spirit God and believe It to be sexually ambiguous and autonomous and all-knowing and self-abnegating: humble yet proud; meek yet all-powerful. Nothing to anybody. Something to everybody. Everything to us all. Who wouldn’t believe in ghosts?…