Wind and rain strike the roof  And river the streets. Flowers drown in a muddy Mix of eggshells and ill leaves. I wonder if they’ll survive.   At night the…

She rolls over. Snoring, puffing air, then quiet. Gusts of wind blow through her wiry hair Sun shines on the leathery cracks. On her face, her elbows, her knees, the…

Deep Water Old rhythms persist— I wash, and she dries dishes After meals turned silent By stillborn thoughts.   I am a visitor in mother’s kitchen Where clutter and restraint…

tent walls wildly flap trying to take flight follow the trades salty ocean smell lingers in the air rusted broken beach chair monument to better times two hundred feet to…

After-school basketball was humiliating: choose up sides with whomever wanted to play. Could have eight or nine players to each side. Pushing, bumping and hacking. No ref. I was usually…

You Asked I never wore Obsession, that spicy fragrance sold at Macy’s.  But it’s what happens when     something interests me, like ostrich ranching for its feather plumes, humungous eggs, and    …

pink painted Ko’olau Mountains ohu clinging tightly to their flanks dark blue ocean waters releasing rising sun reluctantly birth of a glorious new day spreading silently across Oahu a day…

I came this close.  That “in the very next breath” thing.  It took all he had to gesture, get me on my knees because he had something to spill.  You…

Lotta stuff going on.  Finally, here’s the second writing contest prompt message for December.  Remember, this month’s entries must be EXACLTY 90 words. From “Sun,” by Darrell H.Y. Lum Sun….

Letting Go   Letting go is hard for me, I hang on to men way past the expiration date In hopes things will change, and we can work it out….