Good of The Buckaroo to cut us a break this month — no rules. He cuts me a break every month by allowing — nay, encouraging — me to indulge…

I’ve just come from listening to Robert Cazimero do a show at the Blue Note nightclub. I’m sitting at the Moana Hotel’s Beach Bar, checking email on my phone. At…

You are– the dark speck flapping in the eye of the sun, the passing cloud over the ocean’s face, white underbelly concealing talons, wingtips shearing ocean tides. You navigate the…

Leina’ala floats, a dream vision her smile indelible, genuine, always so gracious gliding, swaying, her hands are birds in flight elegance in their movement, soar and weave of feathered flame…

My draft for Sunday 07.14.19. False Wiliwili — Part Four That night I tried to read the Economics text with the same intensity I read the material for my English…

I didn’t think of myself as a stalker, but I can see now that my behavior came close. I walked right over to the reception desk at Johnson Hall and…

I was raised a good Lutheran, so there are two things I know for sure. One, if it looks like bread and wine, then that’s all it is, bread and…

Anna is a second semester freshman. I’m entering my final semester as a senior, chomping at the bit, eager to get out of UH and head for the graduate program…

Four fresh faced white Wisconsin farm lads maybe raised on this morning’s milk and cheese and home churned butter rocket their beat-up red sedan through the city of Madison Perhaps…

I race my children on the wind again to be a child in time and tag the kid out now, too slow now slowing to catch, fading in my drawing…