Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
This poem was written in celebration of Mahina ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi, Hawaiian Language Month, in the Niʻihau dialect. Translation provided below. ʻĀpuatea Ua hele mai ta ua ta ua nui ta…
Richard Nakandakari is the hero in all of his stories. He’s the storyteller, the events are his, he lived them and has a right to tell them the way they seemed…
Every day I read the obits I take notice of the ages Today, a lot are older than me This makes me think I still get chance To out dance…
I nevah met a language I nevah like. So I wen weave English, Pidgin, and ʻōlelo Hawaiʻi into this piece. So much going on dis month. Mahina ʻŌlelo Hawaiʻi (Hawaiian…
Leaves in Hawaii are trapped in green– orange, red, brown or bare– belong to lands where the sun rises to a different sky. Mom and Dad are like those leaves,…
wen I stay about tirteen I wen go surf wid my fren evry time we go Waikiki we like go Pops da spot off da Halekulani one time one local…
“Sir? Excuse me?” Ronald Ito turns around, sees it’s an older security guard. Close cropped silver hair, the kind of crewcut you inherit from your days in the military. But…
We know about sparkling eyes, dancing eyes, laughing eyes, and eyes the windows, mirrors, portals to the soul, But what about tiny soul creatures (living secretly) within each dark (and…
Aloha and welcome to the February Year of the Tiger Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest. If you were looking for the February writing prompts, you have come to the right place. …