These literary works will not be begged
borrowed
or
shanghied son;
no
not beat up sifted whipped nor
spun –
It is my intellectual property
and
my physical property too,
so it shant be
quoted sampled or quipped
or
otherwise
plagiarized with.
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ECHOES OF DIASPORA
the place that my grandma knew,
and her mom,
and her mom’s mom too.
Dense dark forest
filled with
hidden
meanings and mist;
crowd
my dreams when I think of this.
Yet it is
Waimea
of
old that I truly miss;
longing for that misty morning kiss,
to caress me in her gentle arms, once again.
As time moves ever
forward,
and I continue
to fade;
it is
in
my mind
I travel
back and forth…
each
and
every day;
sometimes as a boy
but most times as a man.
The years do pass,
people don’t last,
as I continue
to cling
to a well worn
and
tattered dream.
What
does
it
all mean?
From the mountain
to
the
sea,
when
my
journey
is
complete;
in
Waipi’o Valley
where
I
will
sleep.
‘O Hawai’i nei,
embrace me
as
your native son
as
I
slumber
in your arms
until
that
promised day
has
come.
[ I prefer the word aboriginal rather than native, but I just like the way it flowed. End.
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Reconciled
to write
as
I do
a
strange twist of fate
for
loving
you.
Embracing that
you
be elusive
yet
cling….
Like
a
butterfly
on
a
string.
You offer hope
as a candle
shining brightly
in a
darkened place.
Life
has not
been
kind
but
you’ve never been one to complain.
Always pushing forward
keeping
your priorities straight.
You….
whose
love
has risen
above the fray –
A truly quiet
and
gentle soul…
Lisa
is
her
name.
For Lisa
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Into One
How I do crave your body sweet
as
our bodies
finally meet…
like a flashpoint
and
a
fire,
ignited
by our desires….
And now as you can clearly see
deep inside I be;
because
leaving you
high
and
dry –
never crossed my mind,
as
I have no intention
of being an honorable mention
as the man
who could
not
make the pretty lady sing.
Falsetto tonight I bring,
and
it is
you,
and
it is
I,
it is our
souls
that intertwine;
as
we
merge our bodies
and
our longing
Into
One.
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Commit
to
yourself
to
be ever true
less
you be
misguided
from
the
essence
that
lies
within
you.
Depending
upon,
contractually
speaking,
and
in
consideration of;
the
height,
and
depth
of
your
love.
To grasp
the
vastness
of
what
Love is
and what it is not,
what
will be,
and
what
is taught
what is
known,
and
can’t be bought.
Ever shifting
are the
dunes
of mankind;
unsteady
in
all his ways.
Wandering
inside
your
head,
let
truth,
your
heart
be fed,
and
let
the
possibilities
begin
and
end;
With
You.
For Kameko
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Traveling through this space of
mind
I often like to sit
and
rhyme;
as I contemplate my
idiosyncratic qualifications.
Seems life has been more down than up,
as I struggle
not to
give a fuck –
and remain relevant
with respects my dreams.
Along the way,
friends have proved to be
far
and
few in between;
yeah
you know what I mean.
But my girl
she’s been there
when no one else was.
She’s my hero, she’s my buff, always there
laying in the cut,
keeping me warm
and
well fed.
For Lisa
My only friend….
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I Don’t But I Do
What is it about words that grip our
souls in a
keenness of obsession?
How did we know,
when
did
we first see?
It is
here,
and
or
there,
that
we
both feed.
Our
obsession.
Our
need.
Words indeed,
more a
collective desire
than of
greed.
We have been
consumed.
A force from within, not our
only sin;
for words we often endure,
and hold back in.
Words taste,
and
are like
the sound you make;
when that first bite
of well done
explodes in your face.
I too have this need;
to write,
and to feed,
all the
hunger
inside
of
me.
I don’t,
but
I do;
really
need you.
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never
turns
out
the
way
we
hoped
it
to.
But if you live your life
with
clarity
and
purpose,
you
begin
to see.
Like
the
tolling
of the
bell
in
the square that calls to me.
In time
we
all
must
go
there,
to
embrace our fragile
humanity.
We
are
much
closer
to same
then
further apart,
depending
on
the types
of
seed
we
cultivate
in
our
heart,
the
source
of
all
Y>our
Fears.
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Chasing
things,
and calling
them
dreams.
BUT AS TIME DOES GO,
and
go
it will;
it is rare indeed
to
see fulfilled,
in those
who
in
these days
and
times;
who dare question
the
rhythm,
the
rhyme.
So live your life,
and
do what you do;
but
don’t
sacrifice
the ones that
mean
the most
to
you.
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A Novel by Kawika A. Stafford
Chapter 1
In 1996,
Sonny Ray was living in
Las Vegas, Nevada when his father died.
Sonny Ray and his family had arrived at the pow wow on the Paiute Reservation on Saturday evening.
It was the annual event for the Memorial Day weekend.
Sonny Ray was standing in line for some frybread when his phone rang.
It was his older brother Walter, calling from Arizona with some really bad news.
“Sonny Ray,” she called out softly, momentarily interrupting his thoughts. “Are you going to be all right?” Nikko, had taken their daughter, little Raye for a walk, and was not there when he had first taken the call. She was clearly shaken herself, but her concern now was for her husband.
After leaving the pow wow early, they headed home, exchanging occasional glances, and holding hands. Sonny Ray now stared straight ahead, hot stinging tears rolled slowly from his eyes. Nikko caressed his shoulders, gently rubbing the nape of his neck.
Little Raye lay fast asleep in the back seat of the car, as they continued south on interstate ninety five.
Sonny Ray was numb. He just wanted to get home to make some calls, and check on a flight to Tucson.
The following morning, Sonny Ray sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about the last conversation he had had with his father. He was packed and ready, waiting on the girls.
Sonny Ray sat on an emotional precipice, teetering on the edge but outwardly behaving like his life was; as it always had been.
“Sonny Ray can I get you something, are you ok?” Nikko asked again, pleading now more present in her voice. “Yeah, no I’m
fine,” Sonny Ray responded, trying to sound casual like he had been in a fender bender.
But like most people who find out unexpectedly, that someone that they love has died, there is a sudden queasy pain; like how it felt when you got sucker punched in the stomach by the neighborhood bully.
A dull uneasy feeling coursed through his body.
A feeling that literally wanted to make him curl up in a ball, and pretend he never heard the words. For Sonny Ray, guilt spread slowly over his body.
Just two months prior, Sonny Ray’s father Billy had called. He sat on his bed staring at the floor, his fathers question reverberating over and over
again in his mind.
‘Son, when are you going to come down and visit your old man?’
“Nikko I’m ready, can we go?”
Sonny Ray sat quietly, because he realized not even his dad dying could alter his wife’s perception about time. She always appeared preoccupied; searching for something, forgetting nothing.
Sonny Ray knew he had to keep his composure, as he was feeling emotionally unstable, since receiving the news about his father. Nikko pulled up to the terminal to drop her husband off. Sonny Ray held his five year old daughter little Raye in his arms. Nikko kissed Sonny Ray on the lips, and squeezed his hand gently.
“Don’t forget to feed Thunderheart,” Sonny Ray said trying to give his wife the stink eye. “Whatever Son,” Nikko said, feigning offense.
Nikko had forgotten to feed his horse one Saturday when he had went to Casa Grande, Arizona to ride a few bulls at Charlie Sampson’s bull riding school.
Over the years it had become their banter.
“Call me when you get a flight booked babe,” Sonny Ray said, as Nikko and little Raye drove away.
Sonny Ray grabbed his bag out of the overhead compartment, and stood quietly impatient like everyone else; desperate to get out of this confined space. His older brother Walter greeted him at the gate. They bear hugged and left the cool confines of the airport, venturing out into the warm Arizona night.
Sonny Ray and his family had migrated to Las Vegas two years previous. The two men had barely spoken. After a few miles Walter asked, “You feel like stopping at Johnny’s for something to eat?”
It was their old man’s favorite spot. “Sure, let’s go,” Sonny Ray replied.
“Mommy, when is my daddy coming home, huh when mommy?” Nikko smiled as she tucked her baby in for the night. “I don’t know baby your daddy has to help uncle Stewart with the funeral arrangements…” Nikko suddenly realized she was speaking to a five year old. “Daddy has to help uncle with grandpa’s things.” “What’s a funernull? What did you call it mommy?” “I called it goodnight little lady, mommy will talk to you more about it in the morning. Sleep tight. I love you.” Nikko kissed her baby on her cheeks, as was their custom. “Okay mommy, love you.”
Nikko finished the dishes and made herself a cup of chai tea. She sat curled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm Pendleton blanket. She looked at the picture of her husband, and her brother in law Walter, in happier times. “I hope those two can keep it together,” Nikko thought out loud.
For two brothers who were really close at one time, they could be equally stubborn about a lot of shit. Typical petty guy shit. Nikko enjoyed her tea before heading off to a hot relaxing soak in the bath.
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