NaHaiWriMo – Day 6

NaHaiWriMo (Prompt: fireflies, glow-worms)

Note: “skyglow” is just a pretty word for “light pollution,” or the encroachment of city lights on the natural habitat of fireflies and glow-worms. The ambient light of human civilization interferes with the communication of the males who are trying to find a mate by flashing light in a specific pattern. They only have one mating season in their tiny lives, and it is only a few weeks, so anything that interferes with courtship is a real problem. Add this to the effect of pesticides, herbicides, and deforestation….


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is inspired by spring plantings. We are challenged to pick the name of an heirloom seed, and incorporate or use that name to set the theme for our poem. I chose the Molokai Purple Sweet Potato.

My poem is informed by both the beauty and the heartbreak of Molokai.

Molokai is a small, gorgeous island in the State of Hawaii, formed two million years ago by two volcanoes. One of these collapsed into the Pacific, leaving half of the volcano intact to form dramatic cliffs at the edge of the island. At the base of the highest, most impenetrable cliffs, King Kamehameha V established a leper colony in 1866 and exiled thousands of Hawaiians to life imprisonment there.

Molokai is also home to Hawaii’s largest coral reef, a massive and beautiful but endangered species.


Molokai, the mysterious island

Goddess Laka, giving dance and music

teaching hula on the sacred hill Pu’u Nana

handed down through generations

Goddess Hina, giving life to the people

goddess of the moon

goddess of fishermen

Hina, who gave birth to the coral reef

and all spiny ocean creatures

mysterious isle

basking in the glory of nature

forests and waterfalls clinging to cliffs

the island’s only dangers

limited to the vagaries of native weather

and the multitude of falling coconuts


Molokai, the forsaken island

the Goddess Hina weeping

the people clamoring

haunted by heartbreak

the ghosts of panic and greed

a colony under the cliffs, where the dead roam

exiled by the king

comforted by saints

Father Damien

Mother Marianne

recovered from sickness and loneliness

with compassion, love

the eradication of ignorance

and the advent of modern medicine


Molokai, the friendly island

reborn from beauty and tourism

native charm

no traffic lights

no building taller than a coconut tree

renewed with hospitality and hula

intimate beaches, hiking and mule rides

helicopter tours

modern coping mechanisms

modern problems

marvelous ecosystem

dead-drop cliffs and waterfalls

fruitful bounty of ranches, farms

economics vs. erosion

and endangered species along the shore



Read more about Molokai’s endangered coral reef at the U.S. Geological Survey’s website.



How to Grieve in Five Stages

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where every story is a surprise!

This week’s very unique photo prompt is from fellow writer Ted Strutz. Thank you for the challenge, Ted 🙂

The photo is filled with old, failed implements intended to contain the flow of water.  When they fail, it floods.

It made me think of the homeless population that lives and hides among abandoned junk. How might a homeless man grieve the loss of his lifestyle?

That’s the micro theme of the story.

On a macro level, how might any man grieve the loss of his lifestyle–and the very ecosystem in which he lives–in the case of a real-life, cataclysmic flood? I’ve written a few stories about this environmental scenario previously: one ended on the highest floor of a downtown condo complex, and another ended in the post-op ward of a high rise hospital. Apparently, my protagonists survive the watershed by seeking higher ground….

Now I will try to combine the above themes with a little dark humor and a Twilight Zone ending!

toilet ted strutz

How to Grieve in Five Stages

by Jan Brown

1. Denial

I was a climate change denier.

But when the big melt-down began, I went with the flow.

2.  Anger

I ran out of anger long ago.

First, when I lost my job.

Next, when my daughter kicked my drunken ass out of her guest room.

3. Bargaining

I was living in a crate when it happened.

The crate floated away, and I begged to camp in the library.

4. Depression

I flooded the world again—with alcohol and tears. Mostly alcohol.

5. Acceptance

I’m the only one left in the library. Or anywhere else.

Where are my reading glasses???


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Unhappy Earth Day

This is in response to the NaHaiWriMo prompt, “prophetic.”

Photo by Igor Mojzes -

Photo by Igor Mojzes –

 For information about the dwindling population of pollinators such as butterflies and bees:


Happy Earth Day

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This week’s awesome photo is by fellow writer Doug MacIlroy. Thank you, Doug!

Photo Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Photo Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Happy Earth Day

by Jan Brown

“The humans have their lights on again. Why? Is their eyesight weak?”

“Perhaps it’s affected by the cold. They’re not permanent residents like us. They need time to adapt to the harsh conditions.”

“Harsh?!? What’s harsh is the fact that our icecap is melting at an alarming rate. And it’s their fault!”

“OK, calm down.”

“I’ll be calm once our continent is not collapsing under our feet. They come here to measure the damage. They take videos of the disaster they created. But they’re helpless to stop it.”

“Yeah, happy Earth Day.”

With that, the penguins waddled away.

“Adelie Penguins on Iceberg” by Jason Auch – originally posted to Flickr as IMG_0760. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons


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