Such disconcerting unrestHas tightened all the muscles in my shoulders,as if to tug on a string and hold me in place, Just in the reach of calamity, Tense at rest. The disquiet in my gut is more than some Flimsy indigestion, some Gastric insurrection no, My body is restless and it knows, All of me… Continue reading on boarding
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I know how contrived this sounds, but seriously:
if i was born blind, would i understand racism?
On weekdays
why does it feel so good to dwell and wallow,and why do all the pretty songs make me sad-worthless questions that I use to deflectlike a windbreakerthe gusty surprise of my empty yard, there is just wood to shield my walls from this windy dayand the subsequent pressure of staying uprighthas all my sturdy weeds… Continue reading On weekdays
On spring fever
Emotional exhaust draining out of my eyes and ears and mouth like so many sooty ideas too big too chemical too much for the tired and hungry insides of little old me
Plan For Today (and Every Day)
thecallus: Believe in the people around me Expect the best from everyone Encourage people who need to be encouraged Never doubt that all of us can succeed if we only work together Be absolutely falling-down drunk and sobbing by the end of lunchtime Give up Remember that I’m pretty capable Storm back and win a… Continue reading Plan For Today (and Every Day)
on rain
or really more like,on the worms that hide in puddles,lurking in the aftermath for I-don’t-know-why,just their guts decimated by the tread in my classmate’s shoe:I like this because I only have time to glance at the pieces,I am going to classand I will never know if that worm was cut clean enoughto grow up and… Continue reading on rain
On smog
If I could have any color I found to rouge my cheekbones with, I’d streak the peachy rose of Calcutta’s twilight smog across my apples, In place of the exhaust and dust catching to the salty dewborne of an India afternoon sun.The clouds tinted here at sundownare more than a fat little cherub-pink;they glow with… Continue reading On smog
Televising Ramadan 2007
Mecca stole from me my God.I still remember the worshiperwhose blissful, teary face in the crowdripped from me any notion of my right and wrongbeing yours or being for any one. Hajji, looking nowhere near the de-belief-ing of a teenage girl,he was following suit, speaking to God in the most private of terms.The camera panning… Continue reading Televising Ramadan 2007
On migration
There is something to be said for the initial impressions on the young: Maybe I am stuck in this mindset because of when I met you,when I knew you,when I loved and had you.My bones were still soft, allowing perfect harmony in the tug of you and the give, the bend of me.It is an… Continue reading On migration
cultural relativism will be the death of my reasoning.
Garbanzo Bae 