VULAGA

I’m anchored on a lagoon the blue of butterfly wings. I see sand beaches, long and empty. I hear the crack of coral. I feel the rush of the outer reef. Sea turtles slide by. Fish jump up doing the junebug. Slack-jaws hang on the surface, mouths open. And somewhere a fan coral blooms. Volcanic …

HIDDEN PARADISE

The first thing I did when I got to shore was hug a tree. I hugged that tree until it blushed, and the dirt beneath it shook, and the butterflies sang. I sang too and all the people stared because I’m no kind of singer, but my daddy is, which makes me a great pretender. …

SAVUSAVU BY NIGHT

“(S)He who is not everyday conquering some fear, has not learned the secret or life.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson The closer I get to land, the more fevered I become. I’m sailing the Koro Sea towards Savusavu all swivel-eyed and slack-jawed. The swell is surging, the wind is rising, and the sun is sinking west …