Tag Archives: Maui

In The Sky

Posted on October 27, 2018 by soitgoes1984

I. Helicopters buzz alongside lush-green sea cliffs through sacred valleys and over farmland, cutting through peace and quiet, cutting   through silence like knives chop, chop, chop, a reminder of missionaries sharpening their blades, chopping the islands like venison   … Continue reading →

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The Birds Are Still Flying: Ode To Kaho’olawe

Posted on October 27, 2018 by soitgoes1984

They watched as it bled blood red clouding the ocean and asked themselves how? They forgot that it’s alive dying slowly as God cries   and green turns to brown. Veins are nothing without blood but tears wash away sacredness … Continue reading →

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Cranberry Sunflower-Seed Sourdough Bread

Posted on August 13, 2017 by soitgoes1984

07 August 2017 I’m sitting here tonight alone at the Maui airport eating Friendly Farm’s Cranberry Sunflower Seed Sourdough Bread and I wish that you were here with me and I wish that we had butter

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