This past December, I was grateful to be a part of a series of poem videos that were released to commemorate the 5th Anniversary of the signing of the Paris Agreement. Five years ago, I was in Paris attending COP21, performing poetry on climate change alongside other poet activists while our RMI delegation which included late Senator and Minister of… Read More
** This was a keynote I wrote for 2020 Pacific Climate Change Conference in October where I was asked to reflect on the past COP25, the upcoming anniversary of the Paris Agreement, and youth and arts (kind of the usual actually). Iakwe aolep im kommol to the organizing committee for this opportunity to speak to you all today and share… Read More
“Im eor jet rej buromoj im rej ettor im armej rej jibwe er mokta jan aer ekkake.” “And, there were some who were buromoj [afflicted by melancholia or grief], and they run, and people seize them, before they can fly away.” (266, 262) “Story about lōrro” ribwebenato Jelibor Jam, 1975. Stories from the Marshall Islands. Jack Tobin. Grounded Anchor yourself… Read More
What a weird and awful time in the world right now. When I moved back home to the Marshalls this past December, after three years of being based in Portland, Oregon, I never thought our country would suddenly be locked down, for months at a time, cut off from the rest of the world. I never thought I’d be grounded… Read More
Iakwe aolep – it’s been a while since my last blog post. Last year was hectic and instead of updating my blog alongside my social media I fell off the map after my journey to Enewetak. So to kick off this year’s blog posts I’d like to focus on coming to terms with a new piece of advice given to… Read More
I’m coming to meet you I’m coming to see you What stories will I find? Will I find an island or a tomb? To get to this tomb take a canoe. Take a canoe through miles of scattered sun. Swallow endless swirling sea. Gulp down radioactive lagoon. Do not bring flowers, or speeches. There will… Read More
“A book to be read slowly. Savored. Admired for it’s precision of language and emotion.” – Alice Walker