This morning I received an email about an Ocean Awareness Training happening out here in Hawaii. I was super excited while I was reading it. It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for – some kind of training or group that could link me to environmentalism and conservationism out here in Hawaii, something that I could link back to my environmentalist… Read More
poem: A Bad Sign
We are shocked to find the rising waters have displaced our grave sites The land crumbles away beneath rows of skywhite tombstones The crashing sea swallows up our ancestors We watch as it devours our histories The sea is angry with us says an old man It has begun.
Reflections on London and Writing
This past summer, I was hugely honored to represent the Marshall Islands at the Poetry Parnassus Festival in London, supposedly one of the largest gathering of international poets in history. Now, as a young up-and-coming poet this was a pretty big deal for me. Mostly because I’ve never traveled to London, I don’t have a book published, and yeah comparatively speaking,… Read More
350.org feature and two publications
Cheeehheee! So some of this is late BUT it’s still pretty awesome: “Tell Them” was published in the Kurangabaa Magazine, a journal of literature, history, and ideas from the sea: http://kurungabaa.net/ “Tell Them” “history project” and “Lessons from Hawaii” were all published in University of Guam’s publication called “Storyboard 12: A Journal of Pacific Imagery.” I just got this one in… Read More
poem: The Monkey Gate
I. my uncle was lost in the honolulu airport he fished out a wandering airport employee and asked him if he knew where the Micronesian gate was the man smirked through blue uniform you mean the monkey gate? blood rushing beneath his face blank and unchanged my uncle turned and jogged in the direction the man had pointed months later my… Read More
poem: Bursts of Bianca
When you come through the door, she is a burst of smiles sunny afternoons giggle glitter and deepdeep eyes deepdeep dimples that radiate from her starchy crinkled gown She is 10 you see the feeding tube snaking into her nose the iv that breaks into the skin of her wrist the twist of her fists in her sheets But don’t… Read More