When he sinks his heelsinto the sodden courtyard grass,the muddy leather skin of his Oxfordssmells of death — vulgar and earthy —and he rather likes it.The stench summonsin him distant visions;Young men crossing the university’sred-brick corridors,the academe’s dark wallswhispering secret knowledge to themthat only much older menpossess and protect.His rubber heelscrack hard againstthe waxed floors... Continue Reading →
After that kid shot me in the face outside Club Twelve, after the team of surgeons took an hour to dig that tiny resin ball out of the soft tissue in my cheek, after my mom cried in the hospital room when she saw the size of my swollen head—after all that happened, I tried... Continue Reading →
I love you, Kumamoto. But my missions are in a state of decay. The limestoneaqueducts, once traversing proudly alongside the Piedras Creek, the ones thatpumped crystalline liquid into the mouths of my native born children, aredried. They too have crumbled under the heat of June air raids; they aremercury to the touch. A foolish child... Continue Reading →
