Oh, it has its triumphs,

But look at its countless defeats,

Missed blows,

And repeat attempts!

             — Wislawa Szymborska, “On Death, Without Exaggeration”

The room was dank because the plywood walls were not thick enough to keep Tatay’s house warm. more »

on the train i see my grandfather | as a young man

10,247 km of water | seven seats away

looking through his reflection | at darkened mountains and doubled stars

ye ye | but that’s not his name

should … more »

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