Whitey, an avid golfer, thought I should be too. The last time he visited, ever, he brought a five-gallon plastic bucket full of old golf balls he’d collected over time…

Aloha and a very Happy November to all of you. I hope October was a good month. Here are the guidelines for this month’s writing contest. Yup, they’re the same…

Congratulations to Darrel and Jim Harstad. You are the October winners for The Year of the Rooster Writing contest. You have each won 10 Bamboo Bucks to spend in our…

Trick. Fool. Bamboozle. Clowns are they who vie for attention in this tragicomic vein. On the face of it, so to speak, it seems funny to wear too much makeup…

Desire The Devil makes you an offer every day again and again that you should be his, and then your life will change to gold. And your sufferings will cease…

Fistful of pennies and candy in wrappers, Bobbing for apples, teeth snap and they scamper, “BOO” stenciled pillow case expecting something, These are my favorite Halloween things… Ghost whispers silenced…

I turned down College Walk. The air sat thick, gooey. Termites swarmed the streetlights. The canal smelled like dead fish, was lined with plastic bottles. Stopping, I leaned over the…

Alfred get one eraser dat smell like candy. Alfred always smelling um. Not like you smell one flower but stick um up your nose kine. Uji. I sit next to…

Waiting For the dancer who loved her, she heard a different beat. One that made her heart bang against her chest walls. He said, “I am taken with you.” And…