Small, seven-years-old, chewed fingernails dug in, baby fat of thighs pressed into thick raised bark, I scrambled up to a crux. There in the
Imagine if celery were a fruit: that’s close. Pandan is kind of a vegetal vanilla a plant with broad green leaves that somehow becomes
[Psychology] revolves around a paradox: an early sign of sanity is the ability to recognize that you’ve been insane. —Rachel Aviv, God Knows Where
The cardinal crashing into my window can never love himself. His feathered anger collides with his imaged others everywhere. Each small injury, every loud