by Christian Hanz Lozada
History is present in every rock
Kamehameha left on the side of the road
even though it’s also just a rock.
The Queen’s Guards are decked out in red
like a queen’s guard is decked out in red
and the luau dancers wear grass skirts. Continue reading
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by Doreen Beyer
He wears the eyes of his ancestors,
small dots
the sharp points of bird bone,
black indelible eyes
enormous with the weight of knowledge. Continue reading
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by Joe Balaz
Incurious
and numb to it all
da emotional atmospherics
dat stay emanating from da brain
is kinnah different
den da locomotive pulling da train.
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by Debbie Hall
You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone
–Joni Mitchell
Aloha, Po’ouli, you shy little black-faced
bird, last one down from Haleakala’s slopes,
captive and tended by the hopeful, your one good eye Continue reading
