She heats up a bowl of rice drizzled with pork fat. She adds a splash of soy sauce to the steaming heap and

I find her asleep in bed, still dreaming her dream that summoned me here. I switch on the small glowing halo of

Our compasses fail us again and again, leading us along the wrong magnetic fields, yet we sail still through quiet seas under the false mathematics

A dress on a body with a face that breaks into a smile like mine. My little stick figure boy. My son, hot-headed in