by Moni Brar
we pile into the old green chevy
vinyl seats cool against our backs
the buzz of excitement licking away Continue reading
each Sunday morning
Filed under Poetry
‘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
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
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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