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Haiku #1
Distant feral squeals. Backyard dogs losing their minds. PAH! The rice pau cook.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
Extremely Basic Advice for the Completely Unexperienced Recitalist
Okay, so when you go up, Face the curtain on the left You know when you walk in? So the holes face the audience So the sound project To the back of the room. Good. Then you look at Miss ____, nod ‘okay,’ And then you start. What if I have to sneeze? …
Dust, the deterioration, Blooms allergy, A gnawing scratch of an unfolding A slight itch, a runny nose The ache in the back And soon to knees it goes The inflammation of over Reaction and reach The apothecary of spice And skepticism: Ginger and turmeric Spike white and green A thought of remedy Unused becomes a growth Unseen…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for year
WHO ARE WE?
Who are we? the ultimate conundrum comprised of 90 percent star dust hydrogen carbon nitrogen oxygen iron sulfur dust from dying exploding stars a complex biological machine topped by an unfathomable mind yet utterly unimportant with a life span of 0.000000005 of the age of the universe and still we think we are uniquely important…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
New Year
New Year I am not Japanese most of the year. I throw my head back and laugh loud from my belly. I wear kalakoa clothes. But come the New Year, I like to eat my family dishes of memory and meaning. For fertility and creativity, I crunch the salty fish eggs on konbu. I eat…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
All I Want
All I Want The general contractor tells me to get a farmer’s sink if I can afford it. I imagine the farmer’s wife deep in the sink, elbows in the air, scouring crusty pans. It sure is not the farmer doing this. Little did she know this farmhouse sink is premium. Its over-the-counter lip costs…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
Found
Found Ma wen looz my bruddah at Sears Nah—mo like she wen foget wea he stay, Afta all, she get tree udda kidz fo corral eenside da cah. I rememba tellin my Ma he no stay, She sed Shit an we turn da cah aroun fo get em. Was eazee fo fine heem…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for year
Mānoa Driving Lessons
Friday nights we smoke dope drink Strawberry Hill and I give Steve driving lessons Every time we pass by her house Steve stops there and sighs Man isn’t L is the most beautiful girl ever Then he lays on the horn and screams her name It’s always way past midnight lights go on inside and…
Bamboo Shoots Prompt for year
The Second January Writing Prompt Post for the Year of the Rat Writing Contest — 75 words exactly
Here are the next possible writing prompts. Remember, this month your entry should be exactly 75 words. From “Buying Lady Lobsters,” by Barbara Gearen She has a new man, so regards the lobster tank at Tamashiro’s Market, shortly after sunrise, hugging her cookbooks to her sweatshirt like a schoolgirl. She chants the instructions to herself…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- January 2021 Contest
75 Words Sans Title
Fading upside-down at the bottom-back of the last yellow page of the steno pad I grab on my way to the couch to write my version of the 75 words the Buckaroo has mandated this time — not more, not less, but do title words count? — I find the name Steve Jones, followed by…