Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
My mango tree passed on spring flowers to fruit again. Dad planted this Hayden 60 years ago. He peeled them, blade against skin. They hang there, green to yellow-red. We…
Aloha and a very Happy June to you all. Congratulations to Sickwitch. You’re the April winner of the Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest. You have won those much-coveted 10 Bamboo Bucks…
Not mine, anchored under sheets lapped over us, wrinkled little but still not broken, yet stiff enough to press the issue. So few folds back then, our young skin glistening,…
The first time Marikit vanished, the apapane were singing. Their crimson feathers flashed between the ʻōhiʻa branches like warnings as her fingers turned to mist as she spooned the last…
Writing Friends, my apologies for this tardy post. I just flew in, and boy are my arms tired, but not too tired to post this now : ) Our April…
Hilo Bay, anno Domini 2546 “You know about the nuclear king tide that just hit Hilo Bay?” “No Puna, no one ever…
How was that exhilaration when bombs and bullets tore up flesh and bone? When the blood and brains of fellow soldiers ripped lightning through the stinking air? When battle-bent and…
Did you went eat yet? Great! Let’s go out on one date together. My perfect date? That’s easy, plate lunch and watching waves. Waves at Ala Moana are beautiful, or…
Happy April to all of you, I hope your writing goes as well as it does for Lilinoe Stupplebeen, Codfishcamp, and Maliakw. You three are the March winners of 10…
“White man” says a boy in the room. I am not a white man. “Hah, you are white” agrees a girl. I am not a…