Waikīkī My Whole Life

She says, Surely you’re kidding me about Waikīkī.I say, Oh, yes, — no offense — of course . . . … More

Honolulu Lights (HS 145)

In the early morning, when she’s done, she’ll sleep, dreamless,her hard work over, pleasing many, her best shots,giving everything at … More

Grecian Formula Bleach Blond

Each time we meet, we roam the hills of imagination,plucking up little plots, new twists and turnsleading only to a … More

Land of Aloha (HS 144)

It’s amazing to imagine that at one time Hawaiʻi had to be sold,a barely known collection of merely faraway map … More

Wake Up Call

He could see the sun just breaking the horizon, a tiny sliver of light, but it was still dark.  He’d been … More

Vast (HS 143)

I’m standing at the edge of the Sahara Desert,looking out upon sand and sand and sand as far as I … More

From Rags

These things. I thought I’d wear them only when I died.I’ve never been accused of being a social butterfly,have long … More

Brand New

“The children,” she said, trying to lift her hand, but only able to look their way, nod her head toward … More

Remembering Mother Nature (HS 142)

I have this faint hope, to ask, as I self-isolatehere on the mountainside below Puʻu ʻŌhiʻa– the place that foreigners … More

You Cook with Gas (HS 141)

With you, every day is lemon meringue day,that balance of sweet and sour on my tongue,huge fruit grown on your … More

Wish

With all the African Tulip trees in bloom, the hillside looked like a huge, undulating birthday cake. “Beautiful,” she said.  “Just … More

One Word (HS 140)

Love, must I not have a word with you, just for laughs,see the rain, how clearly the sky bleeds for … More

Glass (HS 139)

Not to look at it ever again,not to see that way anymore,I hide myself from me, from usand from that … More

Democracy in Action (HS 138)

Every one of us saw him as an ignorant ass,and the beer was cold, and the oaths flowed,and maybe we … More

Madonna Behind Glass

I said, You’re so appealing,you set my mind reeling,lady I got a powerful feelingI’m about to fall hard. I could … More

With Mercy (HS 137)

The wind moaned all through the night, groaned so,making love for hours to the trees surrounding me,the two swaying together … More

The Conversation

My phone.  I carry it everywhere.Sometimes I think I am the sanest person I know of.Then I think about Snowden.Don’t ask … More

All I want

This is neon lit backstreetsbeckoning tourists to ogle belly-dancers,choose the one who will do more than simply shimmy.We arrive at … More

When You Don’t Speak the Same Language

We sip tea at a long table, waiting for another Taoist monk to speak to us. This will be the … More

My Grandfather (HS 136)

He walks around the valley every morning,deep in composition beneath the shadows of trees and cliffs,a circuit of crystallization, mile … More