Enyu Rao

I was born thrice—

first, under Wushan(巫山)'s mist-veiled peaks,

again, after crossing an ocean and an entire continent to the States

and then, carving a thirty-day line across the Continental Divide.

Mountains keep re-writing my DNA: the best views demand altitude and stubborn legs.

I court stubborn riddles—code that bites back, communities that need kindling, ideas that wear a size too large. Since childhood I've wrestled them into shape.

"Why not?" usually beats "Why?" in my playbook.

I live on good music, stories, company—and if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine.