Independence Day We were both in the dream, talking about words forbidden to state workers. "What if someone called their child 'dear?'" You answer, "They might think that they are a hoofed animal?" This is the way we are. Cracking... Continue Reading →
A Distant Relationship waiting for an available socket waiting for a secure connection waiting Our eyes hold fused together over white china plates filled with noodles while the waitress grinds black pepper flakes onto each steaming inch. I slip my... Continue Reading →
My Cracked Pot I noticed the crack first slowly spreading at the outer side of my favorite clay pot where I cook the native dish you used to like. And layer banana leaves at the bottom, you would request. I... Continue Reading →
The Vital Act of Burying burying your dreams requires many shovels: the flat, broad “I´ll-do- it-no-matter-what” one as well as the tiny, sharp “I´ll-pierce-you-till-you-tell- the-truth” one - it has different tempi, too, ranging from the frantic “I´ll-work- till-the-dust-bites-my-lips”, or till... Continue Reading →
The Island Dog He is everyone’s; Yet he is no one’s. Vacationers arrive, discover him, Dote on him for two weeks, then disappear. He is their holiday project A story they’ll tell over dinner at home. Some allow him in,... Continue Reading →
Subtexting I don’t know if you aware of this, but I cry after our conversations, which are few and far between. Your voice grows softer with each discourse, though your laugh is still full of joy, and your wit hasn’t... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 