Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Even with a delicious brunch sitting in front of me and my handsome husband sitting across me, I couldn’t seem to find my smile or appetite. “Stop worrying.” My hubby’s serious words bring me back from my drifting thoughts. “Sorry. I can’t help it,” I sadly reply. “She’ll be fine,” he says tenderly. “Eat your pasta. It’s getting cold,” he adds…
I know what this life has for me even though I am only eighteen. The time for a new era began at the ending of my Senior year, when I finally got a job. Ever since then, an unexpected hunger for independence grew; wanting to live on my own. To leave this big rock of…
I’m going away, in these few precious days I am not okay, It feels like I am in a daze Watching as my life passes me by. The hour goes like a sad goodbye. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop No lights but the moonlight I watch it all pass like a bus stop….
Surfacing from mysterious waters, red koi are seen above a labyrinth of squiggles and lines, the water not water, but hallucinogenic blemishes of green, lavender, yellow, gold– the overwhelming sensation of being submerged in loud, unrelenting background noise, the sudden understanding of koi struggling below, entangled in a net of anxious disorientation. Viewing a sample…
I’ve had this dream before, variations of it, many times. This morning it was my final dream of the night, so right now I can picture the scene vividly. In this version, I’m in a boat with my father, and we’re crossing the Waal River at Nijmegen in the Netherlands. This would be September 1944;…
Let’s write something up to a 1000 word max. Prose, poems, plays/monologues, hybrid forms. Whatever you like. Remember, these prompts can be ignored. Feel free to write anything you’d like to write about. Here are some prompt possibilities you can ignore: Labor Day Labor Birth Delivery FedEx USPS UPS Downs September Song Going along Going…
Prompt: Fact that reads like fiction I stare out the window. I see two men leaning against the wall with needles in their hands, one man bends to stick a needle into his ankle. Across the street a man on a moped holds a sword and begins to shout curses to the sky with his…
I was idling in math class staring at an algebra equation that I couldn’t balance properly when in my periphery, Mr. Morita cruised in and headed straight for Mrs. Peralta’s desk. I’m not psychic, but I knew in my gut he was here for me. As they chatted, Mrs. Peralta glanced my way. That only…
How much would you pay for a slice of pickle from a McDonald’s cheeseburger? Plastered on a ceiling by the juice of its ketchup? The ceiling of the Michael Lett Gallery in Auckland? “Pickle” is a piece described as “a sculptural gesture,” an examination of “the way value and meaning is generated between people.” What…
The taking of my wheels came earlier than expected, I tripped over a fan cord ER doc said I have FOOSH Fall On Outstretched Hand X-rays confirmed small fracture on my right wrist, no surgery needed. I exited the ER with a sugar tong splint, Contrary to the delicate imagery of sipping tea on the…