Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Somewhere in Vietnam, a deformed child begs for change (an unacknowledged, third generation victim of the spray) A few streets over, an ARVN soldier is turned away from the V.A….
I lazily gaze into the same backyard I’ve been gazing into since childhood Feeling like this time’s the first And a deep sense inhabits my being: There was always a…
Ralph says, When I first came here, my Army days, this whole place was kind of a blank canvas. We’re sitting on the wall at Magic Island watching the waves roll in under the setting…
Okay, Happy May, I hope everybody got lei’d on the 1st. Now that we’re coming into summer, it’s time to start heating up the writing. So without further ado here…