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...

Plume

Just get over it, she says, words spewing like hot lava from icy lips; intention beside the point and yet how could I have understood back then? She would remain forever mute on the origins of that rage and I had the rest of my life yet to figure it out; Fifty-five...

Holy-Daze

Christmas was ever my favorite time of year, and though I knew brother John was shaking sleigh bells just outside near the prized gardenias, it did not matter, there was harmony, excitement building toward that magical morning when, tiptoeing, little eyes spied most...

Confused

Hola! Greeting unfamiliar to those growing up in the foothills of the San Gabriel mountains within a state claimed from Mexico; 1950’s meant minds were on other things besides obviating eminent domain;  fallout facilities beneath pristine stucco dwellings, bomb...