Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- December Contest
Letting Go
Letting Go Letting go is hard for me, I hang on to men way past the expiration date In hopes things will change, and we can work it out….
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- December Contest
Google Search
He came to me while dusting, stirring a passage to a past the color of smooth chocolate, suspended in sweet uncertainties. We were in seventh grade, sharing the same…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- December Contest
Beneath (a nursery rhyme)
If I jump into waters Be it sorrow that floods Or would it be water I swallow near the bank Ruptured and inundated Something of life So near to be…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- December Contest
Catch 22 (Covid 19)
he lies on stainless steel cold body on cold metal he was warm once though somebody’s son somebody’s brother somebody’s husband somebody’s father but that was before the…
Bamboo Shoots Prompt for Year of the Rat -- December Contest
First Writing Contest Prompt for December — 90 words exactly
Here are two possible prompts for this month’s writing contest. You can always come up with your own. This month we’re going to go for EXACTLY 90 words. That’s not…
Bamboo Shoots breeze
ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirty-One (a very rough first draft)
It’s becoming a bit obvious that I need to talk to somebody — anybody will do, anybody who will deign to put up with the likes of me. The radio…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- November Contest
Hula in fall 2020
Music rings, chuckles through COVID-19’s dark orbit, the beating wings of blue birds over rainbows raised by elbows, the whispering sway of kaholos in rhythm to flashes of IZ out…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- November Contest
My corn grows high
in five large black plastic pots on my lānai, watering, and fertilized with care, I am satisfied, bear the slight tremor in my hands that grows more visible, so much…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Rat -- November Contest
The Tree
You now call me an old man An over the hill seventy-one-year old But you have no idea at all What you are looking at You see the rough…
Aloha, aloha, aloha. Dis da tird an las prompt for Novembah. 100 words only. Not 99, not 101, but 100 words on da nosy-lani. from “Painted Passages” by Gail N….