“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” – Walt Whitman

Despite my name, I am not Mongolian, and if you came here looking for contemporary Mongolian literature, I apologize. Bi jinkhene Mongol bish. I am quite attached to the name, though, so I will keep it nonetheless.

I am an American, a Puerto Rican born in New Jersey. I call Brooklyn home, but do not live there, so when I say I am from Brooklyn I add an asterisk, to indicate that the story is long, complicated, and perhaps not interesting enough to discuss right now, or ever. I have lived in the Northeast, the Deep South, and the West; in the Caribbean and the Southern Cone; Western Europe; East, South, and Central Asia; and East Africa.

The writings here are all first drafts. Some of these may be polished later; some have already received more attention than they deserve. You may comment, criticize, or otherwise judge what you read with abandon. I love to write and am happy that I have both the time and the inclination to do so. I am happy, too, that you have taken a little time to read my work.