Kapiolani Park : Writing

Currents

Currents

A Poem by Kapiolani Park


I went to take her handAt first it seemed warm and invitingBut as hers clasped mine, it was as if I grabbed vice gripsI couldn't let go if I wanted to..
White on White

White on White

A Poem by Kapiolani Park


We're all speaking into the fireYou say something to me-I watch the words slip past your teeth, only to be lapped up by one of the fire's unwinding ar..