Okay, so when you go up, Face the curtain on the left You know when you walk in? So the holes face the audience  So the sound project To the…

New Year I am not Japanese most of the year. I throw my head back and laugh loud from my belly. I wear kalakoa clothes. But come the New Year,…

All I Want The general contractor tells me to get a farmer’s sink if I can afford it.  I imagine the farmer’s wife deep in the sink, elbows in the…

Found   Ma wen looz my bruddah at Sears Nah—mo like she wen foget wea he stay, Afta all, she get tree udda kidz fo corral eenside da cah.  …

Fading upside-down at the bottom-back of the last yellow page of the steno pad I grab on my way to the couch to write my version of the 75 words…

I borrowed my wife’s lipstick wrote them in the corner of the mirror that was last January the words kind of smudged my 2020 resolutions forgot about them in February…

Beyond the spectral depths of Pele’s throat lies a sensory deprived world where summer winters and days dim long into the night, where winds sculpt ice into waves and absolute…

Sixth grade, our Americanization was through the Standard School Broadcast sent to each classroom via a wired speaker. Listening to the speaker on the wall meant we didn’t have to…

Okay.  Here’s to a healthier and one hell of a happier 2021.  Let’s write.  Good therapy. This month the word count is exactly 75 words.  Not 74, not 76, or…