by Joseph Stanton
for Ali`i Chang
This bird, thatched to be unseen in grass,
scampers in Kula’s purpling rows of lavender,
searching for bugs and bits of seed.
It could be nothing more than an odd sparrow
sporting a flash of white at tail
for all we know or care, as we picnic in cool air,
steeped in last light and flowers. Continue reading
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by Donna Pucciani
we are without pages,
pens dropping from our hands
stars rise on our poverty
the moon sheds light on our infirmities Continue reading
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by Dayna Patterson
I like the way you bent over to shake your breasts
into your bra, the way you showed
Mom how to do it, the way she
showed me. Continue reading
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by Kateri Kosek
I wanted a hurricane
and I got one. Wanted to learn about mass,
about what flies up, and what gets left
behind. The plovers hunched on the beach, bedding
down in seaweed. Heavy wooden chairs on the decks of sea-
side cottages. It’s not what you think. Hundreds of terns Continue reading
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by Victoria Crawford
Hot dogs roasted over a charcoal fire
pickles and chips, fine dinner
after a hot day’s snorkeling
Agat’s coral reef,
Orote Peninsula, Guam,
concrete picnic table
between two thick-walled bunkers
urine smelly despite open
machine gun turrets facing the sea
our Yorkie gnawing his dog.
My father always liked dogs. Continue reading
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