Category: Hawaii

Filter Queen of Hawai’i

  She took her bow low and sweeping, languidly squalid, barely breathing penned up in honey and exhaust she caught their fumes with her soiled mattress. Trade winds swept up the dust that lingered in street corners; I biked past seeing the drafts crown her brow.

We Are Mortal

  I’m cross legged at the only outdoor table open on the east side of Manoa road cafe. There are three other tables here, & on either side of me sit men and women with Safeway trolleys loaded to capacity with all their belongings.