If: a poem written by my seventh generation grand to me
Kyle Dahilig This poem was written and performed by myself as part of my RAY Diversity Fellowship application. It is read from the perspective of my seventh generation grand, offering…
Kyle Dahilig This poem was written and performed by myself as part of my RAY Diversity Fellowship application. It is read from the perspective of my seventh generation grand, offering…
This entry was written on the lands of the CHamoru people. To think about thinking is known as metacognition–it’s this action of trying to recognize and understand one’s thoughts. I…
Maybe I was wrong, and recycling that iced tea can wasn’t worth forcing myself through the thorny bushes. Maybe it wasn’t worth volunteering at an illegal dump site just to…
You could do a lot of things in two months. From hiking to the top of the world or searching for algae underneath surf grass, your range is almost limitless.…
On my morning run, I tripped and scraped my knees and hands. I was more concerned about what my neighbors might’ve seen than my physical pain, so instead of getting back up immediately,…
When I was in high school, I had a group terrarium assignment (I was probably 15 at the time), and I credit that project with igniting my passion for the environment. I’ve shared this…
At first thought, distractions might be seen as something negative like when you’re in class and instead of paying attention to the function of the line, you’re on TikTok learning…
Let Daddy know you love him. I’m by the corner of my room, sitting at my desk, writing you this letter. It is my last week of summer, and classes start again in a few days,…
"sunflower" - the color earth The day after our first few cases of Covid-19 was announced, I sowed a few sunflower seeds. 74 days or 171 cases later, one finally…
I am so fucking tired. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing my best, and other times, I feel like I'm letting everything I stand for fall right in front of…