Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Bird Watcher My grandfather drove his 59 Chevy Impala and us every Sunday to the church in Nuuanu. It was a long and boring ride on the road from Wahiawa that took us alongside cane fields. If I was lucky, I’d see long-legged white birds, high stepping and pecking here and there looking for…
Up Your Nose From befo time, I was small You know da kine, fo evah in front da school pichas. My bruddah an me used to walk up da hill fo school Afta school, we all da time run down hill Fo stay in front guys dat chase us. So den, my fuddah wen…
Holy Moly, I got so caught up planting da new medical marijuana patch in back a da Bamboo Ridge supah secret headquatahs, I totally forgot Monday’s writing prompt. Geez, I wondah if medical marijuana as good as da ole days pre-medical marijuana? Eric and Darrell said it was okay, so long as I only use…
Just another mellow Monday ova here in da Bamboo Ridge Press supah secret headquatahs. No mo noting stirring. Not even a mongoose. Jes Eric and Darrell playing Mahjong an singing some high-school alma maters from aroun da State. I can see da Bamboo Buck tree out da window in da back a da cave. Get…
Boy and Uncle: Mask –Uncle, what you wearing. Not Halloween. –One mask. Da gov-nah said gotta wear mask when you go out. So I went find my favorite mask. –Uh, Uncle. Mask gotta cover your nose and mouth, not your eyes. –Not dis kine? Das all I get, my old Long Ranger mask. “Who…
Whoa! Weird! Yestahday I couldn’t reach dis site. I tought somebody stole um. I was gonna call da intahnet cops. But now no need. Ho! What a plop plop fizz fizz relief. Anyway, jes pretend you travelled back in time an dis is Monday. Sooooo, Bill an Ted Aloha #WriterMonday. You know what that means,…
Nothing much going on botanically as far as I can tell, but the truth is, Northwest greenie that I am, I can’t tell much. Drifting along, tumbleweed’s love to the ground, etcetera sounds great from Pioneer’s Sons, but I’d sure like right now to hug a smelly, fat-barked old Douglas fir. Protection. Security. Aspiration. The…
Yeah yeah yeah, I know. It’s not Monday. But I canna let a whole week go by promptless, can I? Why waste da week? So here’s #WritingPrompt numero uno for September. So Nicholson is about to get his nose cut up. Prompts jumping into my brain: cutlery plastic surgery nosy people knifey people intimidation Eh,…
Just The Way We Like It In the kitchen heat, I think of you as I peel the bacon strips cool from the fridge. I carefully place each of them in the pan. I love you more than bacon. Really, I do. There’s always bacon at our house. Together, we’ve eaten more than our share…
How We Like It I love you more than bacon. Really, I do. In the kitchen heat, I think of you as I carefully place In the pan, bacon strips Cool from the fridge. You’re still curled up in bed. Dreaming, I think, of mangos Its sticky juices running between your fingers As you…