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…

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…

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…

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…