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
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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by Jeffrey J. Higa
TL;DR: Dante ’dem and the demons go holoholo but still in same place where get the tar in the round ditch. They see some more sinners that stay there. Then one, more akamai than the others, try for escape from the Demons. Later, the demons stay beefing.
When small kid time, down by Kailua side,
Get one Fourth of July parade, and always get Marines there,
Marching in their dress blues.
And Kam Day parade, down by Iolani Palace,
Get the marching band kine marines and army and navy. Continue reading
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by Ross White
I like the world today.
I like its raw ore heart exposed,
I like its big dumb male oceans fumbling Continue reading
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