Hawai‘i Literature & Art
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The music stopped, but we kept dancing. We could hear the melody going on, even though the musicians were packing up. I began humming the first song we’d ever heard together,…
In the Philippine summer after my matriculation, I was failing to explain to my aunt via my mother’s frustrated sign language: I was not married. Her misunderstanding arose upon receiving…
A hundred words, like a hundred anything, is a large-enough quantity to command respect without trying too hard — just hard enough. How much harder would it be to fit…
ON HE RODE — Chapter Fifty Lucky for us, there is a rear exit leading directly to the parking lot. “You drive,” I tell Mary. “This is your kuleana, your…
Okay, we’re going to shift gears this month. Let’s revisit short pieces. This month, let’s do either exactly 100 words, or exactly 500 words. One or the other. Or both…
My dad used to have them outside his den. I remember sneaking down there in the dead of night to try to see them. Or maybe I was dreaming, perhaps…
Martin does jiu jitsu–his focus and determination to optimally position, counter back and secure submission earn him a blue belt, first level. Martin dances hula–inherits from his kumu or source,…
I tested positive for Covid the other day First with an at-home test kit which I never fully trust And then confirmed by one of those pop-up test sites, Trust…
An Ordinary Yet an Extraordinary Man A Memoir of My Father By: Holly Sumida “You know someone is an ordinary yet an extraordinary person if he or she leaves…
They sit bent over a creaking teak table top, this old pair aged out in days, near the limit, eating simple fare with well used wooden hashi, worn as dull…