Wonder Bread and Klingons

We grew up in a quiet town surrounded by four lakes.Sometimes we’d go hiking and swimming at the fourth lake, since … Continue reading Wonder Bread and Klingons

Poetry

Hiking with My Tribe

I breathlessly snort thick green tree pollen during the first fifteen-minute uphill climb it floods behind my red, itchy eyes, … Continue reading Hiking with My Tribe

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Nearing the End of the Tunnel

People used to tell me, “Lucky You Live, Hawaii.” Back in the day when I was battered and bound in … Continue reading Nearing the End of the Tunnel