This is a birthday poem written last year for my grandson La’akeaomaunalei. It evokes places on Lana’i – where part of his name comes from the clouds (maunalei) that converge each afternoon over the island.

We live in a time, my friend, where genius in art and science is measured in money. We live in a time, where beauty is only acknowledged, if it can be sold. We live in a time, where Goethe and Schiller would never be published, a time where Shakespeare would end as a curbside beggar,…

Here is my attempt to capture the power of nature in words.

I live in Hawaii But I am not Hawaiian. Only parts of my human soul festooned with plumerias dripping sea water Nut brown voices singing in my head. Living in a miracle Daily walking points of light Suspended in a dream Lived out by other humans Long before I got here. heiaus now calling their…

Inspired from the many stories my father used to tell me.

Behind the fragile countenance
Amidst the plaintive eyes
Despite the ponderous load
It’s a wonder why she’s as gentle and mild

even without wings
i am free-
to forget what is hurting
to me;
even without wings
i can fly-
to soar above pains

Like a newly-caught
fish brought ashore,
Here I am gasping for breath..

I was on an indefinite hiatus from December 21, 2008 due to unforeseen circumstances…..it was another difficult phase in my life…but then again, on January 30, 2008, here I come slowly getting out of my self-made cocoon….

This is a poem from some of Sunday’s lines.