Works of fiction and poetry by Eric Kimura.

Published by ERIC KIMURA | Friday, December 23, 2011 8:25 AM
I wrote this for my young adult child. (yes an oxymoron but ....sometimes it fits) permission is granted for parents to substitute the name of their child in place of the final "that"
Reiko's Story - Part II
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Tuesday, November 29, 2011 9:18 AM
This is the second part of the story of Reiko, the 2nd grader who had to learn how to use a grenade in August 1945. Again the names were changed but the story is as I heard it. This is a Great BR 100-100 entry under odd stories.. 533 words.
Reiko's Story
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Thursday, October 06, 2011 5:16 AM
"She cried when they gave her the hand grenade" The hand grenade phrase caught my ear as it was told to me. Reiko's name is fictional. The story is as I heard it is true. This is in the "I didn't understand" category. 7 year olds usually didn't. 532 words
Hanako's Dreams
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Tuesday, September 13, 2011 8:38 AM
Hanako means “Flower Child”. Upon entering school at 5, my mother was given the name “Hilda” a name of German origin meaning “battle” or “battle maiden”. This was the general practice of the territorial education system to help assimilate the children of the Issei. The house burning occurred during one of the plantation strikes in the early 1920's. This reflects both the "small kid time" and "growing old" themes. 203 words.
Buried Quarter
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Tuesday, August 02, 2011 7:03 AM
This one is a BR 100 story entry under the theme “the lonely one” and has 490 words. The story, as originally told to me, caught my ear because of how a small, seemingly insignificant but symbolic act can tip the balance in a person's life. I also do believe, that there is something in this land that draws people back.
a couple of thoughts on bookstores
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Saturday, August 20, 2011 11:08 AM
Waimea Wind Haiku
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Tuesday, May 31, 2011 1:58 AM
I just spent a few days in Waimea where the wind is constant. I learned a Hawaiian proverb about Waimea "Waimea is like a spear rubbed by the wind, as cold spray is blown by the kipuupuu rain"
"While she's off to College....."
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Monday, November 22, 2010 7:14 AM
There was a time, about 10 years ago when Beanie babies were THE collectables. So, when ever I'd travel, I'd try to pick up a different one for my young daughter.
My Mother's Recipes
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Monday, October 04, 2010 8:58 AM
My mother is 95 and no longer can cook. In going through her place to set it in order, recipes tumbled out from everywhere we looked. I knew they were once important to her but did not feel the whole significance until I sat down and realized that they reflected a passion.
Why I Like Bookstores
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Monday, July 19, 2010 4:57 AM
Wind Haiku
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Monday, July 12, 2010 9:08 AM
Just a collection of Haiku about summer winds

Published by ERIC KIMURA | Thursday, July 01, 2010 7:33 AM
A few musings from airports and a couple from mornings
Pearlridge reflections
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Wednesday, April 28, 2010 8:47 AM
Some haiku composed while wandering at Pearlridge
Wind chimes
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Monday, March 22, 2010 10:51 AM
I was visiting a flower shop in Rancho Santa Fe and playfully touched one of the large wind chimes hanging outside. There followed a wonderful sequence of deep sounds.
An H-2 Haiku
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Sunday, March 07, 2010 7:41 AM
This is an impression I got driving down H-2, crossing Kipapa Gulch
Cinderella Shoes
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Sunday, January 17, 2010 11:26 AM
When Did We Get to Be So Old?
Published by ERIC KIMURA | Sunday, January 17, 2010 11:20 AM
I was surprised to hear of the death of an old Boy Scout buddy. When I went to the funeral, I was even more struck how all of us former scouts had aged and matured. The thought ran through my mind was if we could have predicted how each of us would have turned out. E. Kimura