To feel so lost and be so certain that it’s because your home is calling to you, to be from somewhere else and leave long enough to not understand that place anymore, that is the migration.I came home last week to find that the call vibrating in my bones is not calling me to this… Continue reading On the migration
Mortatality only began to haunt me in a way I could see when I was older, when I had someone to care about and I loved my mother again. Until I was 23, I was at best unaware of the desperate war I’d waged against it: I expected my mom to follow my dad into… Continue reading on dad and dying
You are a shape with ever changing edges; You always think you know it all when you have learned your corners, But remember that you are organic and you grow and swell with heat and knowledge. You only know until you grow; And then you must learn again.
Before the sun rises the loneliness eats me, in a nostalgic, delicious kind of way. I assume it was the jet lag in Sri Lanka that will forever resonate with me, that pre-dawn quiet of knowing absolutely nothing about where you are, what you will do, who you even are.I remember waking up that first… Continue reading On not sleeping
If my head were to Open down the middle From the pressure implied by Lover and loved and the books I haven’t finished, If I were to open and spill I wonder What kinds of things undigested, undiminished, Would scatter and tumble out: the jokes i forgot to tell you tangled in my memories of… Continue reading On balance
Maybe we gofrom things like candy to things like brandyBecause our youth is like the sugar in them both:First sweet and often sought,then fermented,just sweet rot.
the sanctity of the fairy tales we hold close, lies in the impossibility of those places. I marvel and cherish such a utopia,because its beauty is in that I will never reach it,no one will ever reach it and it will therefore stay perfect forever.everything we touch we tarnish.