I am published in the December 29th 2010 issue of Island Scene
a short story about when I first moved to Hawaii titled: Our New Home
http://www.islandscene.com/Article.aspx?id=4037&page=1
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
I will be on local TV in Hawaii in January, put this on your calendars and thanks for watching!
in case you miss it; click on this link it is the same as on TV
http://www.viddler.com/explore/habilitat/videos/35/
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
in case you miss it; click on this link it is the same as on TV
http://www.viddler.com/explore/habilitat/videos/35/
Habilitat Presents: Cornelia DeDona: Letters to a Prisoner
1/11/11 Tue 6:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/12/11 Wed 1:00 pm FOCUS 49
1/13/11 Thu 8:00 am OAHU 52
1/14/11 Fri 3:00 pm FOCUS 49
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Witty Epitaph's 1-11
A dirty old man rests below
so loved his wiener
he named it Beau.
Here lies Lizzy Crass
her farts refrain
stench surpassed
a runaway train
into the prairie grass.
so loved his wiener
he named it Beau.
Here lies Lizzy Crass
her farts refrain
stench surpassed
a runaway train
into the prairie grass.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
After Electricity
It is pre-dawn
the lights have just gone out
the cause as yet unknown.
Coffee thankfully
has been pre-set and brewed.
The hot-tub steams silently.
The still water beckons
as I plant my aching bones
settling into the sultry depth.
The roosters crow at distant stars
their raucous
contest continues
as the sun begins its ascent into
a cloudless blue, tinted with pink
and orange. The palms stand
stiffly at attention. The Ko’olau peaks
loom like ancient warriors, awaiting the
first battle cry. And I hunt and peck
one-handed, continuing on
as if nothing has happened.
There is still much work to be done.
The end of our era approaches.
After electricity our words
will remain housed within dusty tomes
temporarily stifled.
We will have to seek them out
search over hill and dale
for there was and still is, treasure there.
the lights have just gone out
the cause as yet unknown.
Coffee thankfully
has been pre-set and brewed.
The hot-tub steams silently.
The still water beckons
as I plant my aching bones
settling into the sultry depth.
The roosters crow at distant stars
their raucous
contest continues
as the sun begins its ascent into
a cloudless blue, tinted with pink
and orange. The palms stand
stiffly at attention. The Ko’olau peaks
loom like ancient warriors, awaiting the
first battle cry. And I hunt and peck
one-handed, continuing on
as if nothing has happened.
There is still much work to be done.
The end of our era approaches.
After electricity our words
will remain housed within dusty tomes
temporarily stifled.
We will have to seek them out
search over hill and dale
for there was and still is, treasure there.
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