Hope you all choked your way through December 31st. It was really smokey at my house. Which reminded me it was time to post the details about The Great Writing Contest for the Year of the Ram for January. This is the last one, folks, so pile on. February is always the month break to…

Autumn’s beauty finally comes upon the rolling hills. With fiery reds and golden hues the dying leaves she gilds. She colours the darkness of death from all our eyes to see To fill our hearts and minds with what ought not to be. When her season’s over with a gentle breath she blows Upon the…

A lonely Dengue mosquito Sings “Jingle Bells” To my left ear.

Thinking about Panaʻewa rain forest, masses of tall, gnarled ʻohiʻa, fragrant yellow ʻawapuhi and cool,misty rain come to mind. Nobody thinks of Christmas trees though. Deep in the forest, a stand of Christmas trees grows in a bowl-shaped clearing, it’s my ʻohana’s secret spot since “mai kinohi mai”. Uncle Kapuna and I go up there…

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The night before Christ- mas, even narcoleptics shouldn’t drink coffee

Okay, here we go, launching ourselves into December. I can’t believe it. Where did 2015 go? Guess what? That’s right. We’re expanding the word limit again. This month, you can write a haiku, a piece that is exactly 100 words, or a piece that is exactly 400 words. To recap: a haiku or a 100-word…

Congratulations to Teter and Doreen B. You’re the November winners in The Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Ram Writing Contest. You’ve won 10 Bamboo Bucks to spend in the online store. Just mention you’re a November Bamboo Shoots winner when you check out : )

After a full three-quarters of a century of trying, I still have trouble being adult. It seems I’ve just got no feel for it. Four decades of high school teaching got me no farther than big boyhood. In other words, as a teacher I was usually the biggest kid in the room, albeit always the…

Some days on the road that fall I felt like we were all kidnap victims, my father some desperate outlaw trying to get us as far away from the scene of the crime as quickly as he could. Other days I felt like we were all fugitives on the run. Most of the time, though,…