It was a quick affair. My darling mother asked, “what do you want?”. I said a bento box, please, ebi tempura. And in a blink of an eye all I had left was this: This says a lot more about my life than I would like. Fast, furious and quiet; burning moments that fly too…
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Poetry: Unedited Freeform
Sometimes we dream of really nice things, And then we die. Our body betrays us In the moments we least expect It hides from our hearts And says: We are our own. There are three things that can always be found in mass I have been all and both and some. It’s very hard to…
Prose/Poetry: Memory
I was in Chuy and Kiko Eatery when this happened. From Pablo C. Bueno’s wake. Dated 11 March 2012 from my pocket journal, unedited. One The Eternal Adoration A million steps and a thousand falls are etched onto the skin of these floors and walls. Each gentler and rough step, or hesitant footfall (your first step,…
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