Kirby Michael Wright @ CUNY


Story set @ Hale Kawaikapu, Molokai.

This is the same property, an ahupua’a, that appears in the final chapter of my forthcoming work THE QUEEN OF MOLOKA’I.


4th Chapter of THE QUEEN OF MOLOKA’I accepted for Publication

Dear Kirby,
Your story has been accepted for publication in the February 2019 Issue of the Adelaide Literary Magazine. No. 21 February Issue will be released no later than February 16th.
Simultaneously with the release of printed and digital editions, the story will be posted on our website together with your short biography and your picture. If you didn’t submit your biography and jpeg picture yet, please, do it asap in the reply to this email.
We will inform you when the February Issue is out and send you all related links. If you have any comments and questions, please, let us know. Thank you for your submission.
With Kind Regards,
Stevan V. Nikolic
Adelaide Books / Adelaide Literary Magazine
244 Fifth Avenue, Suite D27
New York, NY, 10001

Best of the Net Nomination: Fiction


By Kirby Wright

The gazebo fireplace is overwhelmed with butts, several stained red. There’s a single stub. A birch-handled spatula rests on a crowning brick above the scattered grates from ancient barbecues, when the sun worked its magic on appetites. The stink of tobacco ash humans the day.

A scrap of paper with faded letters blows in. It’s Martin & Servena’s shopping list in purple woman-script, with everything from baguettes to Brie Noir to Champagne. Where are these lovers who ate and drank under this black roof? I screw on a new face remembering the girl that I lost, the first one to ever touch me.

© 2018 by Priestess & Hierophant Press.  All rights reserved.

FRENCH CLASS, Punahou High School


THE CLASS WAS SPLIT in half, with two rows of chairs facing each other. Miss Davies, a heavyset teacher in a tailored blue muumuu, rambled on in Parisian behind a podium fronting the chalkboard. Speaking English was interdit. Students were to keep their eyes on Miss Davies.

The boy gazed across the room at the girl opposite him, the one with the aqua miniskirt. Her blonde hair spilled past her shoulders. Sometimes she tucked the stray strands behind her ears to hold them in place. She wore a necklace of irregular puka shells that resembled jagged teeth. Her beauty mark reminded him of Marilyn Monroe. She stretched her brown legs into the aisle between rows, as if tempting him to touch her. Her hair was streaked green in places. He knew that was from the Punahou pool, where she practiced synchronized swimming. He smelled chlorine whenever she passed. The boy had felt like a creature obsessed, sneaking past the gym and squinting through the pool’s cyclone fence. He’d watched her lift a leg high out of the water, arch the foot, and stick her toes in the sun.

(to be continued)