Each day’s purpose to cast the impression. Shape and smooth rough feeling into polished refinement. Spin the wheel of redemption, praying to turn moist clay into art, hardened by the oven of knowledge. An enduring image glazed and signed by the maker.

The vog is a kino lau of Pele,it brings messages as it covers the islands.

Today I will make the plunge. I will pause to catch my breath, then jump off the deep end and pray I will land in calmer waters. Some will miss the old me but will eventually go back to treading water and splashing their new friends. Whatever I do, once I jump I can’t look…

for La’akeaomaunalei from Tutu Cooch

The unnatural world lurks beneath the plumb of sensitivity waiting for us to take notice. It is an eerie place of ghosts trapped between then and now. In this alternate world lie the answers to life and death. At times the door opens to invite us in, but we are wary of the consequences that…

Dormant daylilies flaunt dead brown stalks. Assorted wild plants compete for attention baking in the noon day sun. A super highway of vines tunnel beneath bromeliads skirting salmon bougainvillea teasing papyrus with probing tongues. In the adjacent plot, lavender, white and yellow dendrobium mildewed from excess moisture, exhibit bottle green weeds in various stages of…

Your chant commands the room. My heart swells, a witness to your power. Your ancestor’s spirit’s soar through you on native wings, above the clouds of Mauna Kea and Kilauea, watching Madame Pele’s unyielding river of fire and smoke. They hover on the lookout on top of the caldera, then plunge into the heart of…

A birthday makana to a kapa-loving-pounding wahine koa, A’ia’i..,mahalo for the gifts you share with us all.

I once rode a mule down a path carved into steep cliffs sliding through mud soaked ruts thick with slime and loose stones on top of an ornery mule, named Hoku. Hugging sharp ledges using my leg as his ruler, parallel to the treacherous ledge and rocks below. Stopping at the beginning of every switchback…

A gathering of four Hawaiian wahine preparing wauke to pound kapa, practicing mele and ‘oli, talking story, remembering all our relations…sharing under the Hua moon.