December 19, 2016

The thing about growing up is that you might stop being afraid of the dark, but you'll never stop being afraid of what might be in it.

December 13, 2016

somehow life is a dark room and we're all really just drowning in our moments hoping that when we come up for air, we're left with something worthy enough to keep forever.

December 6, 2016

Anyone who moves out of their parents' house without knowing how to cook for themselves is either really dumb or really rich. Who can afford to buy every meal every day? Definitely not me.

November 21, 2016

The thing about taking a photo of this year's first snow is that I couldn't capture how quiet it all really was, how a temperature actually has sound, how that sound has the ability to slow everything it touches. 

One of my neighbors came out with his GoPro and he started walking up and down the sidewalk. When he passed me I yelled, "First snow of the year bruh!" And he said, "Cheers!" And we had a quick conversation about being cold and not from Denver. He asked if I was used to this cold, and I told him hell fuck nah, that I was from Guam. He laughed, shook his head, and told me he moved here from California, but ethnically and culturally he grew up Cuban. And we laughed even harder, two islanders shivering in the falling snow, wondering how the hell we'd make it through the rest of...

November 14, 2016

I'm experiencing Fall for the first time. The colors of fallen leaves, it's like the sun grew a pair of legs, learned to dance, and left foot prints all over the street. I was standing under a tree one night and the wind shook all the orange from the branches and left it at my ankles. My favorite things about this season so far are the cool temperatures and changing colors, that and the fact that my mommy is visiting from Guam and staying at my apartment. It'll be her first Fall, too, her first time seeing how I'm doing since I left home. 

As the branches above me become bare, I think more and more about how a tree is such a powerful, but often overlooked symbol of self-preservation and survival. These days, so many people portray survival with such aggressive images: the bat...

November 10, 2016

On the night of November 8th, 2016, I walked home from work half paying attention to traffic and half glued to live election updates on my phone. I scrolled through the numbers and the red states and the blue states and wondered how much and how fast things were about to change for the US. I was shouting at my phone like a crazy person, walking into light poles, and shrugging at the cars honking at me. I finally got to the front steps of my apartment building entrance, took a seat, put my gloves on, and lit a cigarette. 

I thought back to November 4th 2008, the day Obama swept the race for presidency. I was sitting comfortably in my room on Guam watching live coverage on the news, breathing heavily between homework and hoping. How different it was for me then, the island heat and...

November 6, 2016

When I told people on Guam that I'd be leaving to Denver, CO in July 2016, they all looked at me like I was some kind of crazy, like how could I, of all people, want to leave home? I had a promising career in education, most my friends were still on island, and I was well established as a poet & rapper. But people didn't realize how all of that was inadvertently making me complacent with my position in life, how dangerous it was for my creativity to be comfortable, and how hollow it made me feel to be so far from broader artistic opportunities. It's not that I was yearning for "bigger" or "better" things. I just needed something different, new conflicts, new questions, new beginnings. You can't expect a flame to burn its brightest if you suffocate it. It needs to feed. It needs much m...

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