The log cabin is reticent but for the crinkling fire. The red brick, the earnest timber, all ablaze in its afterglow. It’s August. Night. Outside, buzzing bugs…

There is a region in the Pacific Ocean where Mother Nature gives birth to ferocious typhoons: they roar across shores, battering homes…

We sit criss-crossed on our bed. The dichotomy between us is laughable: she is showered, fresh-bodied and minded for this conversation…

Somewhere between the cold civil war unfolding in Los Angeles and the drones and the faulty airplanes and the wildfires…

I live on Guam, an island cradled in the warm swaths of the Pacific Ocean. To troops, the island is “The Tip of the Spear”…

The aroma of savory cuisine at every intersection. Fashion aplenty. Cultural abundance. Aspiration, ambition, and vanity readily drained from pores…

I carry my instinct like an inheritance. Etched into bone, passed down like a scar. It settles in the marrow, sharpened by years of moving through a world that…

My mother doesn’t know. When I was about eight or nine, I used to drape a light, green towel over my head. The edge lay along my hairline and it would hang down…

Passing planes transgressed across one another in the carnal night. A steamy conglomerate of evenings made their rounds for seven hundred and thirty days…

I first hear it through the branches of the evergreen. Filtered by needles, the sound draws me in as I peer into the invisible melody from high above, searching for…