Descent Legs vanish. Vikings took them, on their way up to my head. Their axes hack at cranium from the inside, their siege fires swelling brain, eyes, tongue. Smoke heat pressure burns warps twist…| Pau hana, new hana
Love beneath your feet In high school, my oldest friend Matt stumbled into a genius child-mind practice. Packing up the Christmas tree at the end of the holidays, that preternatural force that visi…| Pau hana, new hana
DISCLAIMER: What follows are my personal thoughts on possible treatments for acute covid and/or long covid, from the perspective of someone who has mostly overcome chronic Lyme and chronic fatigue (also known as MECFS or ME/CFS, for myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome). I write from personal experience in overcoming these conditions, and the necessity of a … Continue reading Treating Acute Covid, As Seen From Mount Lyme and Chronic Fatigue Valley→| Pau hana, new hana
Millions of years ago–say, 1950–American industry hummed. With no competition from bombed-out Europe and Asia yet to launch its industrialization miracle, America manufactured…eve…| Pau hana, new hana
Christmas dregs, waiting for the end Crocuses have come and gone. Their delicate lavender announcement of winter releasing to spring passed with little notice. Besides me and my partner, only young…| Pau hana, new hana
Mote in a sunbeam Time keeps on moving, into the future. The iconic “Fly Like An Eagle” preferred “slipping” in 1976, but everything was different then. I can hear it in tha…| Pau hana, new hana
Childhood me loved Christmas. My delight at the absurdity of bringing a tree inside outweighed any distress at cutting it down, an act that would have normally bothered me, a lot. (That tree wasn’t hurting anyone. Where will Ranger Rick and his friends live now?) The decorations, of all types: 1950s rocket-martini-chic plastic, the blown … Continue reading Snow Lives: 1979, 2021→| Pau hana, new hana
Neglect, benign or otherwise, isn’t a good look. I’ve left you hanging for over two years now, and must atone. I also think Guess Who Died is a funny title for an essay about death. For that is what happened on January 30th, 2019. My Uncle Jim, dying from cancer, at last crossed the rainbow … Continue reading Guess Who Died: Update, Two Years Late→| Pau hana, new hana
Now close, future far, but in sight The week between Christmas and New Year’s is the most liminal week of the year, a friend observes. Normal time steps aside, the world unmoored from its quotidian…| Pau hana, new hana
Temperatures in the teens made a soft candy snow that tires and boots compressed to ice, the treads shining white beneath a sky blown clear and Arctic blue. White Christmas was a day late, but last…| Pau hana, new hana