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...

Exposed

Things will never be what they once were, yet haven’t these pandemic times been a needed shakedown of colossal proportions? A viral reminder that sameness, routine, even the time of a ticking clock are all human constructs, illusions we have gathered around us,...

Neap

The snow pulls free from the pines, islands of bare ground begin surfacing, a young fox appears at the bird feeder, huge flocks of wild turkeys gather in the field below, males fanning tails out, ever aware, movement, sound causing them to rise into crisp blue air,...