The night is for sleeping, Yet I lay awake Sometimes In the wee hours Thinking I must sleep And wish otherwise. Not enough time To sleep at night.

My closet is my favorite place I go there to pray I go there to meditate Its a great place to visit Which I do from time to time The name given to my closet Is one of great importance As it knows all my…

The Bar We all have a favored seat, and of course we all compete to be there when the slots start to pop. We could mix each other’s drink, we would scarcely need to think. We could even make the order for the owners. The…

The red barn sits, used only for storage An old farm truck sit by a gravel hill Wooden corrals are overrun by cattails The tractor’s bucket peeks our by the barn Calves have been replaced by motorbikes Trees have been removed for good Things have changed…

A white walled room holds only one bunk bed, many bodies come and go, families of two, four, six, 10 spaces available, 28 days to restructure your whole life, children’s laughter phases out sounds of slammed doors, a mixture of emotions fully expressed, ambiance level…

Dear America, You are still beautiful. Never forget your beauty Or the glory that once was in the days when leadership led. And though we are under seige By criminals who would fleece us Of our shirts and our shores, We can toss out their…

E moe malie me ka ‘ala o napua ‘awapuhi Walking across the carpet, feet sink into heavenly clouds Fragrances of ginger and plumeria kiss the air Sliding open the glass door, the linai reveals the ocean landscape Palm trees sway gently in the trade winds…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…

see the setting sun; as the full moon rises high arising and passing sun setting is no less beautiful than sun rising.

i’m as lucid as a lunatic playfully insane over the moon like a loony tune tiddly winking the day away over the edge as if unhinged flapping in the wind being led by voices in my head as they speak up once again my elevator…