Category Archives: fishing

Only The Bible Is Allowed To Be Sacred

Not even with a thirty meter telescope will we be able to see all the damage done to the ‘āina already we won’t see polluted aquifers and an ailing reef we won’t see the monk seals and turtles laying on … Continue reading

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Kalaupapa

how many feet have walked along this trail for years and years and years before hiking shoes and boots how many mules have stepped on these stones carying the weight of history how many tears have fallen remains a mystery but … Continue reading

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May 22, 2006

Ten years have flown by since the American Dream died when he breathed his last breath on that goddamned hospital bed and all I could do was scream and shout from my lungs top the illusion was over the bubble … Continue reading

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Cheap Box Wine And Mount Caramulo Moonshine

fire up the grill timid, still-green cord wood from fallen late-winter pine aided by its own cones, dry from months of sun baking wander behind the shed find kindling, scrap barn boards from years gone by, dry enough to burn … Continue reading

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April 21, 2006: The day Poppy fell off a roof for the last time

written April 21, 2013 seven years ago today I was living in Portland, Maine, on my way home from work when I got the news that, for the second time in four years, my grandfather had fallen off a roof. … Continue reading

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