Early moon sighting, A sliver of white silver, I seek your magic.

FROM THE WILD PLACE Mother Earth and Father Sky thrown from the chaos of Po; the wild place, dark and deep. Being two halves of the same whole. One above and one below eternally touching on an infinite horizon. Opposing and embracing, opposing and embracing, taming the riot. Rocks, trees, fish, man woman created- gradually…

“I don’t do small talk,” she grins, a flirtatious challenge to bookend our evening. I’m still nursing my second drink, the glass sweating in my hand. “Isn’t this how you get to know someone?” “You’ll ask about my job or if I have pets, but what do you learn about me other than adjectives? Just…

E hoʻomaka hou. Start over. “E hoʻomaka hou”, tutu’s words when I’d tell her about the fight my archnemesis, Bully, would pick with me. His mean, high-octane swing got him into trouble later in life. He always managed to find tutu’s homemade kūlolo lovingly wrapped in wax paper at the bottom of my lunch bag,…

“Nancy C. had flaming orange hair, laughing blue eyes, and a blood-red mouth. And a most lovely set of hostages to fortune, begging for release. If only. “But by the time I got the hooks undone and the straps loose, Frank D. and Solveig M. were halfway down the stairs, heading toward the couch where…

Red dirt and red dust Memories of ancient times Subdivisions rise

      I arrive early – I’m always early. I survey the scene and buy a cup of coffee – the umpteenth cup actually. I choose a table where I can see the doors. This Starbuck’s has two. And lots of glass. Huge windows to see who’s coming. I’ve done this so many times now –…

Even though the new site is not up yet, we’re anticipating it anytime now. To celebrate, we’re running a Great Year of the Ram/Sheep/Goat Writing Contest for June. The theme is: Beginnings And the word length is EXACTLY 100 words. That’s right, you must put in an entry that contains 100 words on the nose….