The book I have reread most is The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. I think I’ve read it about twenty or so times. It’s the story of an Indian boy who is born in America and gets given the pet nameRead more…
Achilles heel
He moves from the country to the city thinking, ‘Finally, I will be free’. After the whispering and pointing through high school, in a standard fashion with the occasional thrashing he’s looking forward to the anonymity of a dormitory. HeRead more…
geocities
identities are sometimes seasonal you shouldn’t buy peaches in winter; it’s hard to be a goth in the summer time black velvet skirts and the steel-boned corsets I got from eBay, a layer of thick white foundation from Bernard’s –Read more…
Cane Leaves
Andi weaves dried cane leaves with nimble fingers, the strips bending and pulling and knitting together to quickly form a tapestry. I crouch beside her, my hair plastered stickily against the back of my neck. I am sucking on aRead more…