I was laying in bed at four in the afternoon on the precipice of sleep when I heard the angels voice. The voice of a cherubic choir boy the church would have castrated 100 years ago to keep that nice high eardrum shattering pitch going for decades. He wanted the Ipad. “Yes yes, now go- … Continue reading The Neighbors Think I’m a Druggie, Now Where’s My Mink Coat?
The Old Aryan had no intention of letting me get my car. He said as much, opening the gate slightly to allow his comrades file out, then carefully closing it behind him. “This here-" He pointed to the sign wired to the gate, “Is private property, no trespassing girl.” “That’s my car I’m getting-" “That … Continue reading He Slept Under Stars, Kept Folks From Their Cars
“What is it you were taking pictures of?” She asked. I realized then I had been neither invisible nor gone unnoticed the past few minutes I’d spent contorting my body to get rid of glare that threatened to ruin the 15 second video segments I hoped to put on Instagram. That while the beach was … Continue reading The Slave Traders Currency and the Moms Who Ran
This wasn’t a parking garage, it was Jonahs whale. A subterranean behemoth, who unsatisfied with the runaway prophet had insatiably gobbled up anything entering it. Now me, she thought swinging down the ramp to find level four plunged in darkness. Her headlights swept through catching bits of shattered glass sending glittery beams up to dance with … Continue reading The Insatiable Behemoth
I stood in the garden of a woman, who during her last few weeks on earth referred to me as the Great White Devil, a woman whose frown I think of every time we pass her grave on the way to the beach. Her great-grandson, a little boy she never got the opportunity to meet … Continue reading The Great White Devil in the Dead Woman’s Garden
The Crown Vic was buried up to the license plate in the front, wind blowing fine grained sand up against its rainbow design. An elderly man was alternating between digging the front wheels, and standing back scratching his head. The back of the car was fine, wheels visible on the tracks that led to the … Continue reading A helping hand or a tow, a badge for your soul
One day out of the entire year, Hoaloha day, the entry to the Na ‘Āina Kai Botanical Gardens and Sculpture Park is only 10 dollars. From 9-1 you get to wander about, a fantastic deal as normally one must pay from $35 to $80 depending on which guided tour you take. Tours that don’t seem … Continue reading Skipping through a stranger’s dream