Afro-Okinawan, a fledgling writer on the path to publication!
Fiction and fantasy are my forte but I dabble in personal essays as well.
Nuchigusui yasa! A Second-Gen Uchinanchu Reflects on Okinawan Cuisine
A quick search of "Okinawa" here on Vocal revealed to me some, uh… interesting results. Only a couple travel diaries? And people were apparently obsessed with an "Okinawa flat belly tonic" about two years ago?
The Barren Writer's Theme Park
I am a writer that regularly falls into months-long dry seasons. Inspiration vaporizes like California’s reservoirs, the colorful strokes depicting the images in my head all dull and dusted. And while I’m sweeping up these dunes of dead thoughts, the gates to the Barren Writer’s Theme Park creak open, their rusted hinges screaming in agonized refusal.
I: Identity: Unknown June 12, 2020 – The Okinawa Association of America posted a statement in response to the then-going George Floyd protests, declaring solidarity with marginalized communities. In order to make good on their word, the group began organizing yuntaku (talk-story) Zoom events called the "Afro-Okinawan Dialogues." I huffed at “solidarity” but loved the vision: Okinawans of Black or African descent coming together at an intersection of art, music, language, culture, and racial identity to amplify Afro-Okinawan presence in the world.
Notes of an Introverted, Isolophiliac HSP
1. You vibe natural ambience and lo-fi chillhop. Mellow sound and soft beat – the cadence of stillness and your present moment. YouTube floods your recommendations with every 24/7 chillhop stream under the sun. Up-tempo anything gives you palpitations now.
Contract of Unspeaking
There’s a high school photo of me floating on Facebook. A friend took it before band class as I hunched over a thick 5-subject notebook balanced on a tilted music stand. I never even noticed her taking the photo until I saw it posted online. In the comments, I played my concentration as a joke, adding a contrived philosophical statement about being a deep, dark, emotional writer. I linked to the blatantly “emo” piece, said I was having a bad week, and we moved on.