Congratulations to Rbibeau, Piihonua(On faith. Really hope you provide a translation for those who do not know Hawaiian, so we can learn), Homelessinhonolulu, Darrel, and Categable. You’re all winners this month. As always, this means you’ve won 10 Bamboo Bucks to spend in our online store. Just mention that you’re a February writing contest winner…

—Uncle, when is Chinese New Year? “Ah-so, little Gas-hoppah. Lemme consult my calendah…” —You gotta consult da lunar calendar? “All kine calendar gotta consult. Chinese New Year sometimes January, sometimes February. If da pa-kes had their way, would be in March too!” —How come? Supposed to be da new moon in January. “Not so fast,…

A Valentine Upon the broad leaf Of the autograph tree Volumes, whole libraries on love

ʻO keia hoanoho, he manu lele loa, he manu huakaʻi loa, a he manu loli lole. Halihali wale ʻia kona kino liʻiliʻi e na makani nui e pa mai ana mai ka moana mai. Palukulukuʻia a pulu i ka ua ia manu palapala. Piha no ka makani puaʻo i ka inaina. He meaʻole naʻe i…

Falling in Love Falling in love is when you find someone who loves sushi as you do and you could spend hours talking about sushi and translate those moments into everlasting love.

How your stocks doing? Where we going for dinner? What the doctor say?

Vanilla: Jim doesn’t have a cell phone. Shuns the dark side. Jim’s privacy, for nowadays, is greater than most. Strawberry: Dick Cheney called Edward Snowden a traitor. Snowden considered that a badge of honor coming from a patriot like Cheney. Chocolate: Edward Snowden doesn’t have a cell phone. Warns against it. I have one. People…

8:07 a.m., Saturday, January 13, 2018 Dogs somewhere up the valley — three of them, if I hear correctly. One hammers its bark, bark, bark drumbeat; another moans its sotto voce personal agony accompaniment to the lead growler’s dark warnings toward any who might seek to exploit this sudden vulnerability. No! Way! Jo! Se! Then…

The fierce love I feel for you is like rolling thunder building a rain and dust storm on a hot summer evening.

I can’t remember wakening to the sound of birds before, ever. It was a minor surprise that the already warm tropical sun hadn’t done it earlier, or, as I slowly focused my thoughts, the crashing waves on the nearby shoreline. Those, I soon discovered, were infinitely unimportant observations compared to the ones my sand filled…