by Normie Salvador
Dropped off by my dad, I walk Kalākaua
Avenue, the liminal line keeping beach
from park. I am conspicuous in Waikīkī
Aquarium yellow shirt, slacks, and Skechers. Continue reading
by Normie Salvador
Dropped off by my dad, I walk Kalākaua
Avenue, the liminal line keeping beach
from park. I am conspicuous in Waikīkī
Aquarium yellow shirt, slacks, and Skechers. Continue reading
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by Sophia Velasquez Martinez
Overripe mangoes
melt in wicker baskets
strays sip from sprinkler head pools Continue reading
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by Teatuahere Teiti-Gierlach
when I speak of colonization
I’m not referring to ships with white sails
or sandpaper men and their infection Continue reading
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by Christian Hanz Lozada
“I’m Nani’s husband. Not that Nani, the other one,
Papa’s granddaughter, no, we never met.
I’m calling to say, Papa had a stroke.
There’s nothing to do he might get better.” Continue reading
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by Warren Woessner
Are creating “tomorrow’s future”
on the covers of my collection
of 1950’s chemistry sets. Continue reading
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