New Poetry Syllabic Form: five lines 7, 4,6,4,3,
designed at Celebrate Reading at University of Hawaii --Manoa
with Brandy McDougall and Mahealani Perez-Wendt
Golf
Trying again to follow
a set of rules
designed by ancient trolls
intent on hard
ball tactics.
Rain
I can hear the pitter pat
of Pele’s tears
sliding down the valleys
in between the
Koolau.
Ocean
Waves crest and fall thrash shore, small
sandy grains dance
signing with native drums
in ancient tongue
to the gods.
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