Sestina: Tin Can Call

Originally posted on this translation:
The summer I turned sixteen, I learned the burning that happens when contact is made: flesh and mouths, a new kind of touch. Kids really, trying to smash ourselves together, atoms mingling, heeding the old call looking for The Other who would hear— The low buzzing we made, like bees,…

Ironically

Originally posted on Tangerine and Cinnamon:
I spent much of my time in Ann Arbor in coffee shops, writing. Having conquered my guilt at working in cafes, occupying space which could be filled by more paying customers (truly, a Calvinist education never really leaves you), I embraced America, the land of the free Wifi. One…

The Beauty of Teens

Originally posted on The Human Rights Warrior:
Photo taken by (and used with permission from) my son Sevrin at his high school sailing team practice. As I write this, there are seven teens asleep in my basement.  My son and his friends came back from their high school dance in high spirits last night. Laughing…

There Can Be No Us

Originally posted on The Squeaky Robot:
I’ve just now arrived in Phrae, a low-key town with airy teak houses and unpretentious local food. A car backfires in the distance every ten minutes or so. Locals emerge out of their dark shops as they see me walking by; they smile and wave while encouraging their timid…

Cycles of Dieting

Originally posted on sometypeofartist:
I don’t like my body. I’ve always been overweight, and I don’t expect myself to ever reach the hot, buff levels society expects me to be at if I’m to be considered an “attractive” person, but I would like to lose my gut. Over the past year or two, I can…