Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Souza was the first to go, then Bert, then Bert’s wife, then Mark, then Joe, then Joe’s wife. Lights dimming, burning out all over the neighborhood, darkness descending, settling, stilling talk-story shouts, taunts, laughter. Visitors remark on the quiet. It’s so peaceful. The wind in the ironwood. The birds.
Three kids, age group swimmers, one ride only to the Mililani rec center pool. Two love it, one does not. Tough. I relax, grateful for the break, not having to drive to three different sports. Lowering the back of my seat I am good. Proper planning is key to happiness.
I was asked to write a story in one sentence or less. This is what I wrote: Alone again, naturally. Now some might say that this is flat out plagiarism, and I’ll admit, on the face of it, it could be taken that way. But I call it an homage.
Moe ka wahine I ka pōuliuli Moe i ka mālie ka wahine inu ʻawa Uē ihola ke kāne ʻili kou Na ke kumu ʻulu kona hoa moe Na ka manu ʻai maiʻa ka hewa Nānā iho nā akua i ka noʻonoʻo Lele aʻe ka pueo Kāhea ka ʻalalā ʻĀ mai nei ka imu. (Translation)…
Here are some more writing prompts for February. Remember, it’s entries of EXACTLY 50 words this month. From “Scenes from Childhood: Palolo Valley,” by Joseph S.M.J. Chong All I can remember is Anita curled up on the parlor floor screaming as my father stood above her, leather belt in hand, lashing her. My mother was…