Kilauea: A Poem
kilauea by Philip Scott Waikoloa viscous smoldering oozing through vents to depths no diver dares molten glowing heat so hot that...
"We're surfing man, lighten up."
There was a long lull in the, until now, consistent sets of waves. After scanning the horizon again, I noticed Brent paddling up around...
At Play On The Reef: A Poem
At Play On The Reef by Philip Scott Waikoloa A south swell strums softly across the reef it’s summer in winter if only in brief the coral...
