An off-island CHamoru dreams of plastic jugs filled to the brim with pickled mangoes and papaya. Freshly made titiyas, both flour and månha. On summer nights, niyok cut with a machete husked, cracked, and free. We dream of ocean waves flowing onto sand, morning glory vines caressing grains, a water so clear and warm, you…

Woleai Atoll is close enough to kiss the softest mouths of Ulithi, Fais, Sorol, Eauripik, Faraulep, Ifaluk, Elato, Lamotrek and Satawal these are the Outer Islands of the western Carolines—outer from Yap i was in Yap lagoon & my love said, ‘go onto the canoe so that we two shall die together!’ tera ngali shimwel gius kelaal galebaas kaal! so, i paddled…

Sunlit afternoon upon a black sea of caps, gowns and tassels. A man speaks but his words echo soundlessly across the water, reverberating against their own emptiness. The placid body stirs, not with fury nor familiar festivity, but from a variable wind, fickle, fluctuating, foreign. Ripples rupture the stilness and send simultaneous yet separate pulses….

It was 3pm and we were bored. The season was around the corner, and this was going to be one of the last free afternoons we’d have until summer. “Let’s go eat Japanese food,“ Jimmy said, “I want to get out, and I know a place!” Amidst our weak objections we rallied and headed to…