You and Us

The love in my body doesn’t understand the white bees, dark stars, and ships of hyacinths that Neruda knew. My love doesn’t understand his metaphors of twilight shadows, lavender kisses, and sea foam. My love has chosen, instead, the bloodied half of the moon. The visceral side of the soul: bile, breath, bowels. Very occasionally, […]

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 […]