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House of the Sun

by Marisa Mangani

“People should know that Hawai`i is a country and should be respected as such. Because it was forcibly annexed to the United States does not mean that it is the US, except by conquest.”
– Alice Walker
 

I arrived on Maui from Oahu in 1971, an eleven-year-old sharing the back seat of my mom’s turquoise Maverick with my baby brother and cages full of yowling cats. Mom and Stepdad occupied the space up front, driving through the cane fields on the dusty, two-lane Mokulele Highway from the Kahului airport. They had bought us a house in a new subdivision in Kihei to start a new life away from the racial strife of Oahu, where haoles like me were being knifed in school bathrooms. (I had overheard Mom and Grandmother talking about this.)        Continue reading

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Catfish Crucifix

by Beth Houston 

It’s not a shell, as often thought, but bone,
A piece of sail cat catfish skull, the part
That looks like God hung on the cross, weird clone
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Make and Model

by Nicholas Claro

Years ago, when my father was still alive, I watched him put a cigar out on a kid’s cheek.

I say “kid,” but he was probably closer to twenty than twelve. That made him adult enough.

“He was acting like a dumbass kid,” my father told me later.   Continue reading

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A Ban, A Death #16

by Darren C. Demaree

I heard you call this
a history of aesthetics 
& you are wrong.  Continue reading

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The Tour Guide

by Anastasia Campbell

The light dances in these streets, bounces from building to building. Loud Moroccan sun, loud even in December, has been beating on this intersection like on a drum, and is now leaving. Pedestrians are picking up their pace; cars look as if they hiccup while attempting to move. The whole town of Tangier is just like this light; it is just like the sea it abuts –after a day of escapade it looks for a flat surface to retreat to.  Continue reading

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