• Sort of Sonnet for a Sunny Day by Mickey Knox

    We need a holiday down at the beach! That’s where we can make the courts. You can file complaints like “Beer Out of Reach” or “Too Much Sand in Shorts”. And I can write a memo on the shore down to where the waves abide: Breeze v. Sunshine.  It’ll take hours or more to submit […]

  • Limerick by Bradley J. Sova

    Someone you ought to avoid Is a dried up old pervert named Freud When he went to the prom His date was his mom Which made his dad quite paranoid

  • Limerick by Bradley J. Sova

    One day a mother named Rose Caught her son trying on women’s clothes “Dear, that’s dirty and wrong Especially the thong God knows why your father wears those”

  • Manoa Falls Trail by J. Michael

    Mist emerges from a fallen stream 150 feet above and pools below, Between a ring of rocks and mud. The water is pure from this morning’s Rain. Drunk off fresh air I continue My descent of Manoa Falls. Muddy trails make well-worn paths, Slippery slopes with tiny trickles Of runoff rain that escape into bamboo […]

  • China Man’s Hat, Kualoa Point by J. Michael

    A coral reef paves the path, Tropical fish darting in and out Of holes, sanctuary from hungry Aku Whose presence provokes fishermen To cast their lines barefoot from rocks That extending from white sand beaches With thick soles, heavy souls That long for older days rich In tradition. Past forgotten, Sovereignty lost with the few […]

  • Kolohe and the Blessings of Color by Susan Culliney

    Early in time, when the newly hatched children of the Mother lived happily on the islands she had created, all these birds were without color.  Though they sang, ate grubs and fruits, and flew across barren lava plains and lush forests, their plumage was dull and insignificant.  One day, news spread across the islands:  the […]

  • Senseless by Melissa Summers-Day

    His nails smell of oranges, the grass under his arches, the darkness of the loam.   She feels the weight of his eyes in the walls of the room, the heaviness of his breath.   She hears her heart pause, the steps leaving his room, the emptiness of the bottle.   She sees the flexing […]

  • Dirty socks by Melissa Summers-Day

    Your socks. Your dirty balled up socks across the floor, one in and one out of your scuffed brown shoes and the long sharp nail of your big toe making a hole in the leather. The sounds of you, scratching scaly skin, pulling and picking at each offending toe nail, sharpening round edges into razors […]

  • Surf Session at Waikiki by J. Michael

    My board glides across a glassy Surface letting the sun’s rays waltz Over. I leave behind ebbed Tides that slowly steal sand one grain   At a time and paddle further Away from reassuring shores Through shallow surf. White peaks spray salt Mist on faces of fishermen   Far in the distance; they pull a […]

Welcome to the William S. Richardson Literary Journal.

In Hawai'i once thrived law students empowered,
Such that in their karass lurked nary a coward.
So when the challenge was creating,
They moved way past frustrating,
Thus in their hands great literature flowered.

Richardson lawyers:
Choice words yield countless wonders,
Law and life move on.

-Dean Aviam Soifer