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The Rest Is Bonus


I picked a flower.

It’s all I have at this time.

The rest is bonus.

– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #147, 8/11/2018 –

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Friends


I took the bus into Waikiki and got off a couple of blocks away from my destination, the Moana Surfrider Hotel. The only thing I had with me was a little black tote bag. Upon arriving at the hotel, I went through the main entrance and out onto the lanai in the back where I paused to absorb the red and orange sun setting into the ocean. I don’t know what was causing me to sweat more, the humidity or my anticipation. I proceeded to the outdoor restaurant covered by a huge tree. I sat at a table to side of the stage that had a large umbrella top covering. A blonde waitress with wavy hear tied in the back came to take my order.

“Hi, is Kanae performing tonight?” I inquired.

Her smile subsided. “Oh I’m sorry. Not tonight. Kainani is dancing.”

“Hmm, I guess I made a mistake. I’ll take a guava juice.”

In a few minutes the waitress returned with my beverage. I drank it down quickly and closed my bill. A part of me was relieved. I strolled out of the dining area and to the beach. I sat on the warm sand. The rhythmic waves of the ocean was soothing to listen to. The clouds hovering had turned pink, one of my favorite things to see.

“Ken,” said a female voice. I turned behind and saw Kanae standing just a few feet away with a grin. She was wearing a white dress with a black sash tied around her waist and white and beige sandals. She was definitely not performing hula tonight.

“Hey,” was the only sound that I could blurt back in response.

“Is it okay if I join you?”

“Sure.”

Kanae sat by me. We both faced the ocean. “It’s been awhile,” she said.

“Yes, about a year. How did you know I was here on the beach?” I asked.

“I had a meeting in the hotel lobby. I saw you walk by. Did you have something here?”

“No. I mean yes. Uh. Actually, I came here to see you dance.”

“Really?” She was now gleaming. “I’m off tonight.”

“I know. The waitress told me.” I reached into my tote bag and pulled out a cardboard item that had numbers on it and the colors red, green, yellow, and white. “Here’s the game piece that you forgot at my party a year ago.”

She laughed. “You came all the way out here to give me a game piece.”

I chuckled. “Well partly. Also, I want you to know that I think about you, and you still have a friend.”

Her eyes swelled up with tears. She moved in and hugged me tightly with her head on my shoulders.

“I’m so happy,” she whispered.

Two pink clouds descended and floated in front of us and above the blue ripples of the ocean.

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That’s When She Appeared


Reality died.

I re-wrote the way it ends.

That’s when she appeared.

– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #146, 8/10/2018 –

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It Hurts to See Them


Pinkish white petals.

Please blow the last ones away.

It hurts to see them.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #145, 8/8/2018 –

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Voices Call Me in the Dark


Evil in the light.

Voices call me in the dark.

“Tell our story.”

– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #144, 8/6/2018 –

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My Last Moments


I stood on the top of the ridge and admired the beautiful green trees swaying far below with the wind. The last of the blue skies were painted over with shades of gray. Ahead, dark clouds were sweeping in like an angry predator. They swallowed peak after peak and kept coming for me.

I calmly inserted my headphones in my ears and played my favorite song. The happy tune brought me a smile. My time here would be over soon, but I was content. All that came to my mind was my mom, dad, sisters, nieces, family, and my closest friends. It’s funny how we spend much of our lives building so much, pushing through all the problems and terrible people that seemed so important to do back then. Yet, in the last moments of our lives, all we think about are the ones who really mattered. Memories of joy with them came blasting in like a movie in fast forward. You see their faces and then you’re gone.

– Jon Riki Karamatsu, 7/25/2018 –

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Empathy Spits Fire Back


Their rage won’t burn me.

Empathy spits fire back.

Change or die in pain.

– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #143, 7/25/2018 –

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