He Mele Aloha no ka Niu I’m so tired of pretendingeach gesture is meaningless, that the clattering of niu leavesand the guttural call of birds overhead say nothing.There are reasons why the lichen and moss… Continue Reading
20 Rules for Writers 1. First write for yourself, and then worry about the audience. “When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all… Continue Reading
Summer Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being post-modern now, I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I… Continue Reading
Ode to the Tomato The roadway is full of tomatoes, midday, summer, the light splits itself in two halves of tomato, runs down the roads as juice. In December it goes wild the tomato, invades… Continue Reading
The House of Belonging I awoke this morning in the gold light turning this way and that thinking for a moment it was one day like any other. But the veil had gone from my … Continue Reading