Monthly Archives: August, 2013

The Door

Deborah A. Miranda     The door stood fast, though it remembered the power of a storm that felled its tree quite well, remembered the horrific pull and lift and surge and the momentary sensation of flying through stars.   The wind blew through the tops of the trees and arrived at the door. But …

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Ku’u Home O Kahalu’u

Olomana Change is a strange thing it cannot be denied It can help you find yourself or make you lose your pride Move with it slowly as on the road we go Please do not hold on to me we all must go alone I remember days when we were smiling When we laughed and …

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