A Hawaiian on his artist journey and sharing it with da Universe
As a kid I always used to be the small fry, the runt, of every class. Puny and weighed like a feather, the school bullies would pick on us, all of us, who were of the same nature and description.
By Dan Akuna6 years ago in Motivation
You run from da bus, crossing streets I see. Looking left and right, in a rush what it be. I hold da door, just to watch you glance and grin.
By Dan Akuna6 years ago in Poets
A box arrives in the mail. Signed off, he returns to his apartment. His mother's name and address are scratched over some other lettering from the past. Clear tape is visible all around the entire box from edge to edge. He stares at it, no energy to really open and see the contents.
By Dan Akuna6 years ago in Families
