my first seduction
was with a bowl of stale feta,
a tragic affair with a refrigerator
that wouldn't shut.
crumbs scattered like apology,
i whispered sweet nothings,
"eat me, make me whole”
the hinge creaked,
and i poured out,
wanderlust in the cheap cheese,
another unloved abandon, me.
On December 20th I saw a red tulip growing on the side of my mother’s house. You could be forgiven for thinking that that’s no place for a flower to bloom; and I would likely agree. On the 22nd I decided to give her some water hoping she would grow despite the icy conditions surrounding her. On night of the 25th I laid with her in the dirt and wondered if she’d survive if I left her now on her own. The next day I began to carefully remove her roots from the soil and planted her in a pretty beige pot at home. Today she’s in bloom, tall and crimson.
Proud to be Samoan
Living the Fa'a Samoa
The unique culture
The unique culture
Expressed in dance and music
Siva and fa'ataupati
Siva and fa'ataupati
Graceful and energetic
Telling ancient stories
Telling ancient stories
With art, craft and tattoos
Symbols of identity
Symbols of identity
Rooted in family and faith
Proud to be Samoan
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