The moon hangs in full promise on the last night of a strange year. The North Wind chills the air as it blows through town, making way for Sister South Wind’s breath of sea salt. Together, first one and then the other, they cleanse the land of restless unease. A clean slate is left for…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
36 SPF (500 words)
Because I’m the oldest, I often act like a smarty pants to my brother and younger cousins. Very reluctantly, I admit that sometimes my know-it-all attitude gets me into humble predicaments. This is one of them… “Sis, did you put on sunscreen?” “Yeah, why?” “Well, you’ve been in the sun for a while, and you looking…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
Aunty Magic (500 Words)
One of my greatest pleasures in life is being an aunty. For me, it is more than a title. It is a calling. Some are built to be mothers. Me, child-free by choice, I was meant to be an aunty. My six-year-old niece Ana calls me Aunty Magic. That is what I strive to do as an Aunty. I am responsible…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
Always Your Girl (500 words)
Dear Kauai, I will always love you. I am sorry I was in such a rush to leave you. You gave me all the stars in the heavens. But I left the quiet, dark nights we shared for the bright lights of the big city. At the time, I felt trapped by you, suffocated by…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
GROWTH OF THE SAMURAI AS A COMPUTER PROGRAMMER
GROWTH OF THE SAMURAI AS A COMPUTER PROGRAMMER Dog . . . Dog . . . Wet a goal a dog Nanny, Nanny, so so Fauna toe be toe. When a cat a house to, be to go to on Caught a Caught a Hi a Maya Win or rot ol’ shin. No ni No…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
Just Another Wannabe Blues (100 words)
If I thought that I might be a poet I would laze away days in reverie Fake till I make it, make like I know it Like an overplayed song, droning too long Deleting this or that for brevity I studied some English, like everyone Standard lessons of grammar and spelling But poeticism was never…
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Where Love Grows
Mexican papaya, the kind available in stores where I live, no taste as good as the ones that grow in Dad’s back yard–silky soft sweetness, melt-in-your-mouth. So how come no get when I was there on one of my semi-annual visits? The trees produce year-round. Dad no grumble, just drags the corroded platform ladder to…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
Ode to My Canyon River Blues (Jeans)
Barbwire snagged the left knee and I had torn it turning away from a stile, nearly losing balance while sloughing through the black mud of a backtrail curving behind a taro farm nestled in a Big Island valley. During a California drought, the right knee split open as I knelt and rose repeatedly to load…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
A Broken Promise (500 Words)
We need a bigger boat!! “Let’s take a boat ride to the Na Pali Coast,” he said. Uncle was arranging the activities for the family reunion and wanted us to experience the exciting escapades that the tourists enjoy. When we heard ‘boat,’ we thought the watercraft would be bigger. The boat was really a Zodiac—the…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Tiger -- July Contest
The Language of Love
(A 100-word Shakespearean style sonnet) We find ourselves inside this corridor of language; she comes from the eastern door, and I the western one, each taking more steps toward what fate may hold for us in store. We offer stuttered greetings first at best, both in our languages, but neither one much understanding very…
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