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 of BR history some hopeful wannabe poet wrote several one-hundred-words-even sonnets but when called upon to produce them was unwilling or unable and thus can…
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, that night we went to see The Great Gatsby, then headed to Ala Wai Clubhouse. There was a ballroom dance for the students. We joined in. I realized that’s…
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 photograph of a smiling couple: myself in a tuxedo and a young woman in ivory, clutching a vendela rose bouquet and beneath, flourishing English…
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 those hundred words within a formal model, say a sentence, a paragraph, or a sonnet? It should not take superabundant imagination or wit to write…
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 if you have the time. You can submit as many piece as you like. And keep in mind that any piece you write might be…