I am nearly blinded by the bluest ocean imaginable,mesmerized by the constant waves, powerful blows,one after another, crashing hard against … More

All of you were born to do something.So why aren’t you doing anything? He shakes his fists at the air. … More

He thought of her,what she might think of him.I love you, she said, I love you.All he could say wasI … More

Aiya! Again I forgot. Here’s my draft for Po’aha/Thursday. How I Met Your Mother If I were in your pants, … More

question never answered,never honoring the teaching method— how we seem to have learned nothing,none of that much ballyhooedcritical thinking— I … More

Question gravityas we float afraid we’ll falla glimmer somethingmote of slight hopespeculate about lightabout tandem flightwished for greeningof summer dried … More

Chaper Two Detective Yamamoto came out of the first floor entrance.  He joined Chan examining the carefully sliced up body.  “Like death … More

I can see I’ve kind of become my own renovation project, trying to reconstruct the joys of my childhood.  It’s an … More

Here’s my draft for Pōʻaono/Saturday 09.28.19. A Dream Deferred It was a little late in the day to make it … More

Aiya! Forgot to post yesterday’s draft. Kalamai. Here’s my draft for Pōʻalima/Friday 09.27.19. Prelude to Some Drama It’s summertime and … More

I remember glaring at you glaring at me.I can’t quite say how we ended up that way.It seems to me … More

I will sleep now, to the fullest, a night where darkness is not so black as it was painted to … More

What we worry about most bringsa dust of doves rising in a wind ofstartled whirl.  Fat fed flocksfor lingering over time,there … More

Chapter One His death looked like it had been long and hard. The carefully sliced, mutilated body was the kind … More

There are so many of us nowpouring up the trail, that there’s too muchtalking, not enough listening. We are streamersto … More

I know you’re not here near the pool to watch me,as my nose suddenly floods with chlorinated water,that eye-stinging burn … More

When I finally found myself I wasold.  Older than the moon when she losther mythology, unclothed by dayand science, investigator of … More

pull the lamp chain letin light as dark attracts that ray of sunrisen by enticing birds who call awakeby singing … More

that these are the waysinspiration fires, ideas strike,from where well up the wealthof all ideas for creative writing. It’s not … More