Category: Hawaii

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Credo

  What I yearn for—like you—is a just a notch of catastrophe. Rising up from the soul like pewter rainbows, swimming golden lead, funny and relevant all at the same time—catastrophe. Secret substance of hope, infectious balance; if nothing’s broken it’s all boring. Boredom is safe, too secure. Too responsible. So predictable. Left handle of balance, tipped so easily in this modern day of … Read More Credo

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.