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Journey to Nā Mokulua

by Giulio Rocca

The Mokes beckon to me in the early morning light. Even as I step onto the sand, I hear my grandmother’s voice: “Their proper name is Nā Mokulua, keiki,” she says. “Moku Nui and Moku Iki.” Continue reading

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Last Words

by Neil Connelly

Summoned 1100 miles north to witness my mother’s end, I spend the flights fixated on her last words.  In my fiction classes, I mocked the movie scenes where loved ones passed with trite cliches.  I’m proud of you. I’m ready to go. I love you.  Yet now, how I yearned for such hackneyed words. Continue reading

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Happy

by A.G. Travers

Part One

 

I got Happy after I burned down the Peterson place, way back in the summer of 09’. In all fairness, the fire had been an accident, nobody was hurt, and it was as much Connor Peterson’s fault as it was mine. My mother, however, showed very little interest in these excuses, and even less in the concept of ‘fairness’. Continue reading

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The Grand Hotel

by Harrison Bae Wein

Oscar had been wandering unfettered through the hotel hallways for what seemed like forever when, with a mixture of fear and relief, he heard the bellhop say, “Come here, child.” He stopped in his tracks, spun around, and approached the man, who towered Continue reading

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Late Summer, Block Island

by Anne Whitehouse

The air gray, still, and parched.
The rain, when it comes, is a sprinkle
dripping silently on the ground.
The mourning dove’s call is backdrop Continue reading

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