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 »

In Japan, joyagama happens in the middle of winter, just before the New Year, when the double-layered winter kimono is barely enough to keep the heat tight against your body in a teahouse left open to the elements.  But in … more »

Three weeks passed since the Keurig machine stopped talking.


“A Keurig? Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re so busy with your work I doubt you find time for decent coffee,” my mom said.

I happened to work next to a couple … more »

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