Romanian Grrrl
I am sitting on the stoop, my feet taking the sun on the cobblestones of my little apartment at Casa Baciu, a pensione near the center of Sibiu, Romania. I have been on the road with my best friend, Megan, … Read More
My Husband Caught On Fire (and now I’m damaged)
I was walking through my neighborhood today, off to my favorite quiet little cafe to read and relax, when I turned a corner and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me. It was the old Ryukyu house … Read More
Insomnia
posted in: Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, feminism, insomnia, Mental Illness, Poetry, sleeplessness, wine, wino, writer troubles
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I am useless in the mornings Quite struck down by light of day When wisdom slaps in silent warning I simply don’t know what to say. And I lay here quietly screaming With these words around my mouth Drowning in … Read More
To All The Naked Women
The thing about nudity Is that you have to like it on yourself Before you can really appreciate it elsewhere. That’s what Japanese onsens have taught me. I like my tits. In Kenya a gaggle of middle aged women … Read More
Christmas at Warren and JJ’s Place
Christmas is a particularly awkward holiday when you are an expat. It was alright when I lived in London because they basically spoon-fed you all the holiday spirit you could stomach from the start of November. And it was cold … Read More
Tamam Shud, A Story
“Cheers,” he wheezed, as the salt dripped down his soaking ginger curls to his fresh, slick chin. “But I think I’ll be savin it for the last.” He coughed at the single cigarette with a blue violence, but he sniggered. … Read More
On Wilder, Death and the Anxiety Whore
Warning: A Small Rant Will Ensue Below I recently received some comments from a friend of mine in regards to my emotional response to the sudden death of Gene Wilder and they made me cranky. It went something like this: … Read More
Just Hangin’ With A Bunch of Caspers On Obon
Last night I was told I was officially an Okinawan. By my neighbor, Mika, who was, at the time, getting nice and drunk on the beer that I give out during every Obon Festival in my neighborhood. I think it … Read More