Music rings, chuckles through COVID-19’s dark orbit, the beating wings of blue birds over rainbows raised by elbows, the whispering sway of kaholos in rhythm to flashes of IZ out…

in five large black plastic pots on my lānai, watering, and fertilized with care, I am satisfied, bear the slight tremor in my hands that grows more visible, so much…

You now call me an old man An over the hill seventy-one-year old But you have no idea at all What you are looking at   You see the rough…

Aloha, aloha, aloha.  Dis da tird an las prompt for Novembah.  100 words only.  Not 99, not 101, but 100 words on da nosy-lani. from “Painted Passages” by Gail N….

Flying down Kamehameha Hwy towards Haleiwa at eighty miles. Suddenly, sirens and blue light behind me. I slow down, stop on the side of the road. Young police officer walking…

When I Am Gone There’s something about stones that lure us to remember loved ones who have passed on.  At my father’s grave, we stand hip-cocked or sit, chatting about…

We Are Made Of Star Stuff Carl Sagan got it right, It’s just that it gets buried From everyday shit That pile on and on You know what I mean,…

He knew facts of every refrigerator and range. Still he wondered why local couples walked right past him and went straight to the haole salesmen. Right past the short, pudgy…