Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Dang Bamboo Buckaroo, sometimes I think life would be a whole lot easier without his persistent over-the-shoulder ”help”, as when he reminds me that sometime back in the early days…
The music stopped, but we kept dancing. We could hear the melody going on, even though the musicians were packing up. I began humming the first song we’d ever heard together,…
In the Philippine summer after my matriculation, I was failing to explain to my aunt via my mother’s frustrated sign language: I was not married. Her misunderstanding arose upon receiving…
A hundred words, like a hundred anything, is a large-enough quantity to command respect without trying too hard — just hard enough. How much harder would it be to fit…
Okay, we’re going to shift gears this month. Let’s revisit short pieces. This month, let’s do either exactly 100 words, or exactly 500 words. One or the other. Or both…