Portrait

I once thought I didn’t know how to tell how time flies; tracking, following, and racing it always felt like a betrayal to my own identity, as if I was susceptible to guilt by simply hoping time [+]

She is beautiful. A fragment of the earth shining from glimmering rays of sunlight. A crystal flowing through time, crusading along the rapids. Her home. A serene cove, surrounded with the foliage of [+]

shoes hit the forest floor. Feet slap
mud. 17 children are running
inside of me. The first stabs his toes
into Earth. He grins and shoves
an earthworm into the [+]

“Um, does this kid have a snorkel?” I whispered in alarm as Allison and I watched the family trudge up the path to our hot spring. We already shared the pool with a smattering of other people and [+]

He would have to settle for an unmarked grave, if you could call it that, and his bleached white bones, stripped clean by wild dogs in a dry riverbed on the outskirts of Kabul, not unlike the one he [+]