Kamakani

Winds kick and gust, twisting limbs and shaking foliage and branches loose, culling the dead and startling the living into a wakefulness that strengthens, even as surely they flinch at the onslaught; Large foot-long seed pods drop to the ground in varying shades of...

Of Death and Magic

Cracking through his crusty skin, the butterflies await therein; In trembling light, antennae perched in front, ahead, and primed to lurch; The quavered sense that life’s amiss somehow obscures the hours of bliss; the chores and drudge originate, perspective...