
“Untitled” by Janie Stamm janiestamm.com
ICE IN A WOODEN BOX
Read MoreWe like to think the Maestro believes in something—we like to believe everybody believes in something. Perhaps he sees his temple in the Kaka‘ako construction sites at dusk, its chorus as the interminable traffic down Ala Moana Boulevard and Nimitz Highway. . .
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Read MoreOn Twitter, she shares reviews of her recent memoir, which is being touted as reinvention of the form. Meanwhile, on my Twitter, I posted a picture of a California Raisins coffee mug I found at the thrift store. It was 99 cents, and it says “Merry Christmas 1988.” A grand new vessel for my tears. . .
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Read MoreYou couldn’t look like a black Harvey Fierstein in drag, live to be in your sixties, and not have learned a thing or two about surviving. . .
Read MoreThere are birds, there are green lizards, there are other snails but some of them are cannibals. . .
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When is it time to tell children about the birds and the bees? Never.
“Untitled” by Janie Stamm janiestamm.com