Ripples babble spry too soon: freshet currents quiet as muted calm stills
scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…
Ed and Ikaika’s 5 Minute Writing Spree
In 1988 I was teaching and tutoring, while also picking up the odd engineering consulting jobs and helping men die. One of my students was Ikaika, a boy who had difficulty writing. In my diary for March 11 1988, I found a scrap of paper with an Assigment that I gave Ikaika in which he…
window lines frame white light floods your silence while talking to God you touched my love making a trinity of sorts [At Hui Aloha Church, Kaupo, Maui] Honolulu July 26 1987
Pasha, your funny little guy conjuring mane braids; curious and peeking. hide-and-seeking; and impishly leading the Other Man on a chase.