Nagisa K.

Joined January 2021

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Reflective essays (with some photos) on Fridays and short stories every other Sunday as I power along the path to publication!

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The Koyo Hut
Tanemoto Shun, sighing at the crazy spin of his compass, was mid-sip of his water canteen when he ducked into his supposed shelter for the night. It most definitely had been night, the shelter little more than a collection of moldering boards. Yet he stood very suddenly in the dirt entryway of a hut, under streams of daylight through vertical slats. A siskin whistled in refrain to the rustle of trees.
By Nagisa K.5 days ago in Fiction
Hawaiian Sunset, 6/22/2021
We’re always looking for our places to belong. 2021 was a strange year for me—COVID lockdowns were lifting, but I shared none of the liberated cheer among my more extroverted cohorts. Zoom calls chased with full bottles of wine shackled me to a fraught group friendship I questioned more with each of my drinks, but Costco had a nicely-priced resort vacation package. So at the end of June, four of us in that group packed up to enjoy five days in Hawaii.
By Nagisa K.7 days ago in Wander
Pedestrian Heaven, 11/3/2024 (JST)
Take a moment, no matter where you are, to bask in power. The easiest way to do so is to go to power spots. That's partly why you see so many tourists in Okinawa.
By Nagisa K.14 days ago in Families
Sunbreak
A Sun blew apart Kagurazaka Rihito’s world. Flames belched out of the quaking lighthouse island, the flare its own sun against the cape’s black waters. Smoke blotted the sky and muffled the blaring alarms. And yet, the creak of gears squealed on under the blaze and mayhem, the lighthouse beams casting streaks into the dark.
By Nagisa K.19 days ago in Fiction
Ginkgo Leaves, 12/11/2025
Forget touching grass. Just stand under a tree shedding its leaves. Grass brushes. Leaves slap. I'm waiting for my ride, the two of us off to enjoy happy hour at a cozy local restaurant. Traffic's held her up though, so I'm standing in a swirl of leaves and sniffling through a nipped nose.
By Nagisa K.21 days ago in Photography
Love Your Fantasy
Hey there, fellow singles. There’s a lot I hope for us all over this weekend. Have fun. Take it easy. Stay safe. Please stay safe.
By Nagisa K.28 days ago in Confessions
The Protagonist is the Byline
Slight problem: I do not actually know what a byline is. I'll look it up on Merriam-Webster. https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/byline
By Nagisa K.11 months ago in Writers
Mother Tongue Odyssey
「うまれじまのくとぅばわしんねーくにわしゅん」 “Umarejima no kutuba washine- kuni washun.” “To forget the words of the motherland is to forget the land itself.”
By Nagisa K.2 years ago in Education
Nuchigusui yasa! A Second-Gen Uchinanchu Reflects on Okinawan Cuisine
A quick search of "Okinawa" here on Vocal revealed to me some, uh… interesting results. Only a couple travel diaries? And people were apparently obsessed with an "Okinawa flat belly tonic" about two years ago?
By Nagisa K.3 years ago in Feast
Riot Child
I: Identity: Unknown June 12, 2020 – The Okinawa Association of America posted a statement in response to the then-going George Floyd protests, declaring solidarity with marginalized communities. In order to make good on their word, the group began organizing yuntaku (talk-story) Zoom events called the "Afro-Okinawan Dialogues." I huffed at “solidarity” but loved the vision: Okinawans of Black or African descent coming together at an intersection of art, music, language, culture, and racial identity to amplify Afro-Okinawan presence in the world.
By Nagisa K.5 years ago in The Swamp
Notes of an Introverted, Isolophiliac HSP
1. You vibe natural ambience and lo-fi chillhop. Mellow sound and soft beat – the cadence of stillness and your present moment. YouTube floods your recommendations with every 24/7 chillhop stream under the sun. Up-tempo anything gives you palpitations now.
By Nagisa K.5 years ago in Psyche
Contract of Unspeaking
There’s a high school photo of me floating on Facebook. A friend took it before band class as I hunched over a thick 5-subject notebook balanced on a tilted music stand. I never even noticed her taking the photo until I saw it posted online. In the comments, I played my concentration as a joke, adding a contrived philosophical statement about being a deep, dark, emotional writer. I linked to the blatantly “emo” piece, said I was having a bad week, and we moved on.
By Nagisa K.5 years ago in Motivation

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The Koyo Hut

Hawaiian Sunset, 6/22/2021

Pedestrian Heaven, 11/3/2024 (JST)

Sunbreak

Ginkgo Leaves, 12/11/2025

Love Your Fantasy

The Protagonist is the Byline

Mother Tongue Odyssey

Nuchigusui yasa! A Second-Gen Uchinanchu Reflects on Okinawan Cuisine

Riot Child

Notes of an Introverted, Isolophiliac HSP

Contract of Unspeaking

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