By the time I’m done sliding through loose dirt, detritus, and gravel (like the shale mountain scree in “Dharma Bums”), I’ve rappelled from boulder to branch of shifting cliffside, my…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Ballad of the Canyon River Blues
My jeans were distressed in a time before it was fashionable. Faded now, this grease stain on the inside right leg was from an offer of a tandem joyride on…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Distraction Enow?
Seeking distraction, I decide to tell the Buckaroo all I know about distraction, which amounts mostly to the mildly annoying sounds of civilization — aircraft, automobiles, and arboreal buzzers and…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Grandfather
worked the cane fields of Honokaa when his head exploded, the world clouded, his body weightless where it went limp– when the doctor suggested stroke, aphasia turned his tongue to…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Bus ride
He was wearing the cap decorated with pins, like many of them do. I walked down the aisle and sat next to him. I extended my hand out, thanked him…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
The Family Extant
I would learn of them when the holiday nights grew long and the cans and bottles emptied of Bud Light and Heineken. In languid Ilocano, my elders disagreed on the…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Relatives
Relatives On this, my first trip to Korea, I thought I’d seen all of my relatives except one. Then yesterday, eating dinner in Busan, although it was very dark –…
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Our First New Moon Night in Kunia
In the distance, Waipahu town lights scrape away at the black edge of this evening sky with the monochromatic yellow of sodium vapor lamps. Beneath us, we do not notice…
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Eyes Turned Skyward
Like Prometheus, I bear forbidden knowledge. The secrets of flight stolen from the realm of dreams. I will offer you these esoterica. Shall you rise in darkness? Shall you fall…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Inkslinger, Rainmaker
I zip up my hoodie, my mottled green armor against the modern day. I slip on my true face. I swing onto the stage, the swagger cloaks my trembling core….