Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
In late winter, miniature yellow-white buds appear in clusters between the smooth, broad leaves of our avocado tree. After the flowers drop, tiny green oval shaped fruits are left behind. When mature, the fruit cradles comfortably in the palm of one hand. Disbelievers are stunned to find greenish-gold flesh beneath its smooth, sun-purpled skin, expecting…
Okay, we are going up again this month. So, you can write a haiku or a piece that is exactly 100 words long or you can accept the challenge of writing a piece that is exactly 1666 words long. Here are the prompts for March: Women’s History Month March Madness St. Patrick’s Day Everyone is…
Congratulations to Jim Harstad, Doreen B, Normie Salvador, and Darrell. You’ve all won ten Bamboo Bucks you can redeem in the online store. Just tell them you’re a February winner when you check out. Now, on to the next writing exercise : )
Every Chinese New Year Uncle give us one small pack firecrackers but you gotta listen to one story first. He tell be careful, la dat. Uncle stay counting, “Yut, gnee, sam, see, oong…” “Whachudoing Uncle? Counting your fingers?” Uncle look at me like I stupid. He tell, “You know how many toes da Emperor’s dragon…
With a wire scoop ladle, Magdalena fished golden-brown four-pointed stars out of the simmering oil. This time it didn’t matter that the crab rangoons were Pinterest-imperfect. After setting the bowl onto the table, she popped one into her mouth and gasped. Too much red pepper flakes. She double-checked the recipe. Teaspoon, not tablespoon. “Julio, don’t…
Today we march as free men not yet freed, as citizens separated from citizenship, moving from shadows of shackled feet from shores where slave ships emptied cattle and Black men; chattels of undifferentiated dignity. Today we march for America to embrace a dream as truth that All men are created equal, where All are welcomed…
This wacked-out little finger? It was third grade, he was Melvin, she was Irene, and I was in the way. To Melvin I was. Nobody asked Irene. Irene had dark eyes, raven hair, a quiet smile. Melvin wanted to see me at recess to bend my fingers backward. I didn’t know that’s what he wanted…
How then the gloaming times grown dark and drear When all birds sung their song a time ago What majesty reduced to something tears Where others feared their passages unknown Who loves in times foreshadowed bleak as these Unchanged forever in their showing screened Why mysteries unfold more mysteries Still your eternal summer shines as…
Happy Lunar New Year to all of you, I hope all of your dreams come true. But down to business. We are going up again, so You can write a haiku Or you can write a piece that is exactly 100 words long Or you can write a piece that is exactly 1555 words long,…
Congratulations to Doreen B, Jim Harstad, Darrell, and Normie Salvador. You are all winners this month. As always, you’ve won ten Bamboo Bucks to spend in the online store. Just mention that you’re a January winner when you check out. Now get ready for the Year of the Rooster Writing Contest : )