Hawai‘i Literature & Art
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It’s called the Novel Coronavirus and by novel they mean it’s a “new pathogen of a previously known type”. By “they” I mean the World Health Organization who approves the manner of naming. No longer are viruses named after a location or person or species – according to Wikipedia. No more Chinese Virus or Kung…
Imagine arriving at house beautiful, someone’s home, unburdened of personal effects. A temporary code to access entry, the weight of a nickel-brass key abandoned to another life. Rooms decorated to a minimalist simplicity, the space itself expansive, clearing the mind. Bedrooms empty, full of ghosts of guests past, take up residence on beds, tangle among…
Older Traditions: Fireworks fizzled But shared Year-end soba Warmed the rain soaked night. eyk 1/1/2022 hatsu haiku The big pot comes down Sound of Mizuna chopping Making ozoni. eyk 1/1/2020 Newer Tradition Fukubukuro, Faithfully kept due to ease Of on-line shopping. eyk 1/1/2022 Notes: This year’s rain soaked half of my midnight firecracker string, but…
It is here now for a minute, that finger-drawn face on the steamed glass is yours, ars brevis, fading as the warmth evaporates the room. What aging takes away, aging leaves behind, memory’s bits of steps taken and somethings said, a long and longing trail of warm crumbs turning to cold white brittle pieces, rimed…
What puts the kick in the chicken, the magic in June? Does anybody sing “Elmer’s Tune” these days? Why would they? What makes me think about it now? Oh my ma is out, and my pa is out, even Grandpa’s cigar is out, everyone’s out, so let’s stay in tonight. So what happens to all…
Happy New Year. This month, let’s go for 100 to 500 words. This time, I’m thinking of new things. New looks, new cars, new ideas, new shoes, new names, new games, new loves, new moves, new homes, new years, new _________. So let’s do between 100 and 500 words on new _________. Or, as always,…
pinkish colored clouds hover above dark mountain shapes a sliver of moon hugs venus surrounded by electric blue slowly darkening into black just another fading sunset above the Waianae mountains the daily interplay of colors and shifting clouds similar but different expected yet unexpected ephemeral displays of nature’s awesomeness touching our souls filling our hearts…
My stocking stay hang from one of da knobs of da built in bungalow cupboards and now so full of puka da roaches get ‘um I tink mine one wuz all ways biggah den my bradas ones cuz Santa was supposed to put dolls inside but I nevah like dolls I evry Christmas ask…
Some people can smell Rain coming Not you, nor I But when you said I can hear colors in the rain I didn’t ask What colors? Only thought What a delightful turn of phrase Enviously accepting The strictures Of my lesser imagination Should I wonder How the sun might smell – Like fire, or…
The first time I saw fireflies I was with my brother in Illinois waiting for fireworks It was dusk, and we were sitting in lawn chairs we carried from the truck to the open field We sat back and gazed at the sky that was a lovely lavender-grey as the sun faded. Out of…