over curry, bought at the slavers restaurant, a fact which he indulged us with before insisting that “the curry was still quite good,” he describes in delicious detail how two men found each other on a cannibalism website. One had a fixation with being eaten. And so they did. That pair. They started with his genitals. By the time the hot naan has arrived, his … Continue reading Indian food
And cheek bashing is an especially perfect pseudonom for la bise for me, given the peculiarity of my face. Continue reading Greetings
I wish my life was more like that, I told you, straight, simple, uncomplicated. Yes, you mused, but then it would be a lot less exciting. Continue reading Hmmmmm
You know that slightly stupid expression? “My heart’s beating out of my chest!” Well stupid as it is, it definitely happened to me that time after We jumped onboard a moving train. How stupid or gutsy did we have to be to do that? Is it stupid or gutsy? Or both? I remember well The panic as we hit the cold windswept platform at exactly 21h20, … Continue reading Stupid
I’ve fallen out of writing with just adjusting to new life here. But it’s an excuse I know, it’s more like the initial euphoria of starting a blog has faded a bit. I’m going to try to keep forcing myself to write. Inspiration is strangely hard to come by, though I’ve been in too many ridiculously beautiful places so far. Perhaps they are too beautiful for … Continue reading Bourgoin Jallieu +
Crunching through red apples in the St. Maurice train station, you’re in all black sitting on the white radiator brown eyes glowing under the blue light that filters in through the green glass window. Our breaths puff white in the gray air, frosty from our glorious yellow-leaved fall bike ride. Let’s talk about eyes and faces. And remember Gold leaves. Blue sky. Continue reading October
In the silent church after dark, on the creaking floorboards, only our footsteps resound with aching intensity as if they belong to those of giants. Each crack of wood disturbs the peace of some sleeping souls, saintly in repose, their spirits resting, silently, constantly hovering in the dark. The stone walls glow faint orange with electric light. Your face blurs in the thick dimness and … Continue reading Floorboards – Chamonix Snapshot
We now interrupt our regular poetry and prose programming with a brief newscast on the banalities of my life in France thus far, in epistolary form plagiarized from an email to my sister: Hello Dearest BB, What’s up in my life? Oh dear, really too much to tell you it all! Here goes! I love my students! They’re energetic, rambunctious, and they do try hard … Continue reading 16 days in France: 6 thoughts of TAPIF so far
4:13 and your breath comes in gasps over the line, between the thunderclaps of passing cars its murmur drowned out by their rattle in my ears. i thread my way through quiet gravel paths treading by Parisien dorms, silent-black under the blood-brown moon. 4:47 our fingers freeze together in the interminable cold. 5:02 Orion to the north Casseopia overhead and Venus, you tell me, to … Continue reading L’éclipse lunaire ii.
4:11 kuu…kuu…kuu… you coo la lune… la lune…the moon… the moon… and we watch with bated breaths as the earth falls like a rich drop of blood over its perfect porcelain platter kuu…kuu…kuu… Continue reading L’éclipse lunaire i.