Snapshots from the new year. A schoolyard hen.

Backyard carpeted with avocado petals after February’s high winds.


Gao in homeroom. Running a knife through the quivering cake– still warm– made me realize I have not dealt with this stuff since New Haven.  The cold metal PO boxes; the Scotch tape; the careful penmanship from a great-aunt’s hand; the leathery puck.  Nian-nian-gao-sheng: to raise oneself up each year.


30-ish candles and a 1983 Napa, sentiment atop sediment.  (That’s the glass!)


And now the kapu season.  Squidless and sober until I return from Hilo.



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