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I’m from Hawai’i, I graduated from ‘Iolani School in Honolulu and Wagner College with a Bachelor’s in English Literature and French in New York City. I am now an English Teacher (ESL) in Seoul, South Korea.Continue reading “Hello”

August 6, 2020August 7, 2020

DAMN I guess I’m a Travel Blog now.

I didn’t want to be, but Facebook kicked me off , it’s been a dramatic few months without the ability…

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November 7, 2018

7 Nov 2018August 6, 2020

I napped in your bed the other day while you cleaned around me,like I belonged in the mess and honesty of your bedroom.So don't worry, friend.I'll keep you awake and…

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The Big Bad Wolf / October 23, 2018

23 Oct 2018August 6, 2020

You, a dog,under the prestigious guise of wolfskin,tremble in cowardice,afraid of your potential. They say all dogs go to heaven,but that same kindness cannot be offered to all in the…

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October 22, 2018

22 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

Friday passes in a cold, light shower,lulled by the false pretense of productivity.Communal grogginess nurses my hangover,yet we remain. We put off lunch with pocky sticks and making fun of…

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To the Fly / October 21, 2018

21 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

To the fly. You, a dirty, short-lived inspiration. By the time I finish this,thousands of you will already be dead.So I'll keep it short.For creatures so small,you are capable of…

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Oct. 20, 2018

20 Oct 2018August 6, 2020

It is the time of nightwhen I wish I had more time with you.We met, like a bullet to the heart,but the surgeon's hands were steady and sure,as if they've seen…

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The burden of immortality / Oct. 19, 2018

19 Oct 2018August 6, 2020

Have you heard of the nymph biding her time at the bottom of the watery abyss? It is said that she has seen monarchs and wars pass like the leaves…

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Oct. 18, 2018

18 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

My existence doesn't rely on the patronage of friendship.I am not your yes man,your 2am,your ride or die.Am not your sometimes,your spare timesif you won't be mine.So then for now,…

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Ace / Oct. 17, 2018

17 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

I drink more than I orgasm,which just makes me sound like an alcoholic.Maybe I am an alcoholic.Sex is too much for me,or not enough, depending on how you understand sex.Instead,…

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Namaka / Oct. 16, 2018

16 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

My dad used to take my sister and Iseaside to you.Before we'd even touch your waters,he'd sit us down to pray,for no matter how rough you could get,we'd take the…

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Oct. 15, 2018

15 Oct 2018August 7, 2020

5pm in the bar is always empty, mind some on their way to their night jobsor the truly civil alcoholics.The low light hides the grimeand bitter taste of drinking alone,though the…