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Monday, October 5, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
The Pacific Garbage Patch
should scare the hell out of you.
Originating somewhere in between Hawaii and California
it is one of seven garbage islands
spread across the world’s oceans
funneled and trapped by planetary rotation
converging ocean currents and wind, garbage that impacts all of us, garbage that can hitchhike to other parts of the globe.
Imagine barnacles attaching to floating garbage
not found in your area, infecting our native species.
Plastic washing up on Hawaiian beaches
growing wider, thicker and more toxic every day. Containing billions of plastic pellets called nurdles commingling with phytoplankton,
mistaken for fish eggs and krill.
Plastic Confetti choking whales
and other animals.
Toxic plastic lasting 500 years into our future
causing hormone disruption, and most likely cancer, consumed up the food chain
by fish and ultimately humans.
Clean up is too costly.
The answer is to control the amount of plastic we produce.
The question is, what will you do?
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
in the gentle trade winds
in the grunt of the wild
boar, the high-pitched mating call of the coqui.
I see them
in the blood moon
the double rainbow
in the mist against the folding
emerald cliffs of the Ko'olau.
I taste them
in the freshly caught pan fried mahi-mahi
a tropical papaya
I smell them in
the white gardenia
the orange blossoms
the plumeria I place behind my ear.
I feel them buzzing
scurrying sideways in the white sand
between the sharp coral
in the gentle rain.
They watch as I wait for you to return safely.
They watch the dogs chase
after wild chickens
the koi feed on fat
The bullfrogs sing.
They are here with me
the ‘Aumakua, guardian ancestors
rooted in the past, the first of their generations.