Huaka’i Pō

Sometimes known as death dealers, these littlepeople of old marched through our Moloka’iliving room one night, nearly thirty years ago; My own father was visiting, as he rarely did,forced into life in the moment after receivinga prostate cancer diagnosis; hopped...

River Thoughts

The river thunders, to no applausein particular; rolls along, ripplingand eddying without thoughtor expectation of feedback,though I can’t help but thinkall of nature thrives underan appreciative gaze; We once watched endangeredriver otters cavorting in plain...

Squirrely

My stomach lurches and rises, fallsinto complacency as I ponder eventsof the morning, neighbors meetingand greeting, my outward self effusivewhilst my insides struggle with parity,and such is this life of introversion; I yearn for the human experience,all of it, and I...