on shame

I lose all motivation to better myself,because i have turned away from the bombs and sieges on the news.i live in comparison, a contrast of my own experiences. traipsing casually through the poverty and diligence of indiabuys me a mere 18 months of gratitude, of real hard work,of trying for myself in a way i… Continue reading on shame

on aging

I fear for my memories of the indian ocean, drying and curling at the edges like the yellowed pages of my favorite book. i fear the helpless sag of the skin around my smile,and, with something to lose, i lie awake marinading in terrorover mental atrocities likewhat to do to accept your mother’s mortality,how to… Continue reading on aging