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The Dark Path Brightens

It occurs to me That I require an ideal To summit these peaks. Something more than a patch. My tenacity shouts above my perception Shooting ...

  • Christmas Aphorisms
    Fresh pine scent captures holiday spirit. Santa’s little helpers burn clean fuel. Christmas cheer expires on December 26th. Cards and letter...
  • Windward Times— Special Edition, September 29th 2010
    ***A prose poem written in pidgin english Da gross cockroach militia stays booming in da plumbing in da face of mass killings in Kaneohe ...
  • What About Hugs?
    What About Hugs? I used to love hugs. It was how I said hello and goodbye in Hawaii.  It was an island greeting, a mark of...