Oarsman

The perfect plum sits in the palm of the hand like a flushed cloud during sunrise, or a bowling ball of decadent purple hardwood. Sliced into half-moons, the meat, fibrous and dense like pork, starts a deep red, lightening into a blend of rose, orange, and bronze, before finally pooling into a core of soft blonde. […]

Biking Across the Pacific Ocean

Every morning, from Monday through Friday, I stagger along on a borrowed bicycle through the pale green pearl of the rice paddies. The commute to school takes me past the local bait and tackle, a Yamaha dealer, and a luminous river that leads into the largest lake in Japan. Before this month, the last time I […]

Existential crisis of the butterfly

At the supermarket I wander through the narrow aisles in my cornflower blue work blouse, stopping every so often to stare intently at packages. I pick them up from off the shelves, and turn them over in my hands, trying to read the nutritional information on their backs. Each time I wade into the the […]

Calyx

When I fell in love with you I lost my appetite for seven days. My arms and legs ached, dully, tenderly. Along my throat, and beside my breasts, lymph, oval-shaped, milky white, swelled like new peaches: Emotion, a pathology, pathos of. The needs of a body silenced by the greed of the soul; my senses so […]

Mientes mucho

My mind often returns to August of last year, to that beach in Kamakura. I remember it was mid-afternoon. I was sitting alone on the cold sand, feeling time within me like an organ of my body, like a second heart, heated, and fast. That entire day I had been alone, on autopilot, but there, […]

松 / 待つ

I take the night train from Narita to Umejima. I sit in the second of three seats facing a window, knees together, my head resting against the backpack in my lap. Every so often I check its pockets, confirming that I still carry three items: a square passport, a cantaloupe orange debit card, and the […]