Hawai‘i Literature & Art
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Okay, here’s the last prompt for August. Some prompts that come to mind are patterns, routines, chickens, therapy, Freud, couches, cartoons, the “funny papers,” drawing, and taking notes. How about you? Any ideas? Go ahead a write a piece and then post it below as a contest entry. The August winner(s) will be announced the…
It was the stinking pig I raged against for killing my Grandpa young, thickening his arteries, spawning the fatal embolic stroke. Grandpa loved his rendered lard, kept near the electric stove top in a repurposed Best Foods mayonnaise jar for easy storing. This he poured warm over white short-grain rice ’til they glistened…
I. My poor dance of memory means I can’t quite reconfigure you, a fool’s waltz round to think today, remembering how we might have been only some gasped reaction, like gulping the coldest water imaginable, for a moment how we stole each other’s breaths, but then warmed up, aghast, I fear, at what was mistaken…
Aloha #WriterMonday to all of you. I hope you had a safe and productive weekend. This is Bamboo Shoots Monthly Writing Contest #WritingPrompt day, the third prompt of the month. You may recognize the gentleman in this photo, Weilin Wang, who famously stood in front of advancing Chinese military tanks during the Tiananmen Square protests….
Okay, writers, here’s the second prompt for this month’s writing contest. Use it to inspire a piece of writing, any length, any style, and then post it as a contest entry below. This one is called Kalapana. And you can always use the first one for this month, I love you more than bacon:…
Boy and Uncle: Election –Gonfonnit! Damn pen leak all over. –What you doing? –My mail vote. I vote erry single election since I was 16! –Ah, you couldn’t vote when you was 16, Uncle. –I know, I know. But my mother ask me who take care da Chinese people. So I tell her what…
“It is what it is” = “wazzent me!” POTUS, 8-3-20
Okay, monthly contest writers, aloha #WriterMonday to you all. Here’s the first Monday #WritingPrompt for August. Use it to inspire a piece of writing of any style, any length, and then post that piece as a contest entry below. You never know. Your piece may be selected for publication in a future issue of Bamboo…
Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I got to lose? When you’ve got nothing . . .? Still no weed, radio, or penile implants, but, oh well, keep a-movin, Dan. The penile…
Mom never learned to make tempura in her native Japan Like her maki rolls, she learned to make them from Japanese wives married to American men. Japanese chefs in Japan spent years apprenticing before touching the batter or fry oil. In comparison, Mom’s batter was more golden yellow not pale blond, shrimp, green beans, sweet…