I can finish this meal entire, leave you only crumbs for company. It's how I was raised. To make not find room for each deserted morsel in this whisper of a belly. To never leave a sandwich stranded, erect refugee camps in pockets of flesh. Soon I'll balloon with the weight of what this temple … Continue reading Stranded sandwich
Authenticity in relationships, and what we can do without
If there’s ever a time when an introvert is at a disadvantage being alone, it’s when she’s in an unfamiliar place. Every time I've moved to a new city and made new friends, it’s been an uphill battle for me, and I’ve always envied my more extroverted friends who are less afraid, less apologetic about … Continue reading Authenticity in relationships, and what we can do without
‘journey to the center of me’
In the dip of my suspension bridge heart lies a letter to my next incarnation; it reads: The problem of Time is solved by becoming, we are Lodged between beginnings like foodstuff in our teeth. May they seek earthly things like spices and the scent of green. May their harrowed orbits unravel and lay flat … Continue reading ‘journey to the center of me’
Tale of a City: Burrowing pains
The Tenderloin isn’t so bad early in the morning. At the most productive time of day, 10 a.m., it can actually be quite pleasant, so long as you’re walking through with the intent of leaving it. In the Tenderloin at night, there are no sights for your eyes to hold and so they’re glued to … Continue reading Tale of a City: Burrowing pains
A birthright
My mother was pregnant when she came to the US nearly 20 years ago. Too pregnant, in fact; the most far along you could be to board a plane was five months, and my mom was going on seven. But the visa alone had taken years to acquire, so the doctor wrote a note assuring … Continue reading A birthright
‘The Hangover House’
This is the Hangover House It reeks of tuna and a lack of talent Psychedelic paint peeling to reveal the resentful mold that festered for years We forgot to wake up, bad timing, oh well Here, at the House, time's a lofty old riddle; the only false constructs are the failing foundations, and if walls … Continue reading ‘The Hangover House’
‘this took all summer to write’
The year Tony died, my bad luck found me Raided my hideout with a SWAT team Threatened my family and looted the place I gave them my Dignity, wrapped in silver and flesh, I gave them my Soul, I gave them my Name Nothing came of it but bad ideas I found new bones in … Continue reading ‘this took all summer to write’
Thoughts in Kona
My favorite kinds of beaches are the ones that make you feel like you're at the edge of the world. Growing up in California, I’ve seen my fair share of beaches. I’ve sought shelter from the merciless winds of Half Moon Bay, and I collected sand dollars from San Francisco’s Ocean Beach. I’ve started bonfires … Continue reading Thoughts in Kona
Happiness is a hopeless hack
I read somewhere that the search for "happiness" in life is a distinctively American obsession. Well first of all, duh. It’s written in the Constitution. And second, isn’t that kind of odd? Does no other country search for happiness? No one else on this earth wants to be happy? This American fixation stands in stark … Continue reading Happiness is a hopeless hack
