Stories in Pāhoa

August is yellow because of her. How can these days be so long? Summer rain petered out leaving dewy gold glittering in the street.

by Violet Vale

Pāhoa — I took off my coat & hung it up wondering how long the weather would hold up. “I don’t need this anymore,” I said quietly exiting the amphitheater of her mind & my voice echoed inside. “How wo...

Create a free account

Have an account? Sign in.

Sign up with Facebook