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Slow Fall

by Mark Brazaitis

He thought the end would come fast. Within seconds of leaping off the bridge, he would hit the dark water twelve stories below. But time was betraying him. He had leapt, but his descent had slowed to the pace of his depression, which had been gnawing at him for months. He was, it seemed, being granted a reprieve of sorts. Continue reading

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each Sunday morning

by Moni Brar

we pile into the old green chevy
vinyl seats cool against our backs
the buzz of excitement licking away Continue reading

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‘O Lo’u Fanua

by Jonpaul “Sione” Monty Cohen

The sand is cold, and unwelcoming
Nothing like where I came from
A sea missing the warmth of home Continue reading

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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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