Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Can we predict the future?
I encountered this woman in 1968 and wanted to know her, but she wouldn't talk to me. I had to imagine her story based on what I knew of China and star fruit.
1375 words/87 lines
I just spent a few days in Waimea where the wind is constant. I learned a Hawaiian proverb about Waimea
"Waimea is like a spear rubbed by the wind, as cold spray is blown by the kipuupuu rain"
A story about family,passion and loss:1430 words/99 lines
Theme: Shrine
Mr. Lee, are you trying to set my son up?
Just a quick poem I wrote in fith grade
Because when life is a hurricane love is a breeze
There's a world for people like you, with a half-written poem in your head
Shape up son, because that world is dead
Put the chemicals down im in no mood to be romanced
If humans could bleed oil we’d turn china into a flood
Precious by Darrell H.Y. Lum On Mama's bureau in a gold frame, almost hidden by the baby and graduation pictures is the yellowing picture of Goong-goong when he was young. Sometimes I bend all the other pictures over to take a good look at you, Goong-goong, behind that glass, standing before your blackboard of…