“So what’s for dinner?” I was foraging through Mom’s fridge, taking advantage of the quickly dissipating cold blast of air in my face, trying to come up with a plan. “Is there any fish or chicken in there? We could use the fire pit.” I started to pull ingredients. Mom...
I. Beautiful day for war, fields of yellowing leaves speckled with black spots buffering centuries of secrets stuck in the soil whispering to any root that’ll listen to its’ stories. Put down your weapons, pick up your ploughs. II. The earth has never faltered under...
My birthday twin died today. I knew almost nothing about him, except that he and I were born on the exact same date. We were the same age until around 11am this morning when I began to grow steadily older than him. Every morning at the hospital where I work as a...
Ways to Die While Breathing I’ve heard this more than once: Death slides the mind to turbulence and dust, Anytimebullets may break my spine break my spine I can’t decide if this scares me or not Besides, there aremany ways to die ...
Her unrelenting certitude is as irritating as her criticisms of other peoples’ food and her refusal to let anyone cook in her kitchen. She tells me God doesn’t lie– to have faith. A leap is a star many say can be reached, but I’ve seen a small frog in the middle...
Rachel has an extraordinary gift to burn toast beyond repair, a talent she inherited from her grandfather, she says. The smell of coffee and fire tells me she’s up. I say, You can throw that away. I can just make you some. She shakes her head and twirls the knife...
Evermore Each of her wing strokes stokes heavy air to currents blends heat with movement softens summer. Many know that her hair is sometimes a cloud of unruly proportions tangling spreading into split ends thinning frizzing that each of her breasts is a...
Hiding from the crowned virus, and my landlord half waves, a downward motion, to the lemon tree who’s called the bees and small white moths to the once-empty yard these years in Kaimukī. “Has to come up.” White-teeth smiling as he speaks, and he hides behind dark...
from V ASH The palms were burned to make the ash. On Sunday, V tucked the palm behind the frame of the print of the old man praying. On Wednesday, she went early for her ash. On some plain Tuesday, when trees were reaching erupting arms to a sky tinged with impending...
