I thought I’d love a Chinese man for we both taste what becomes blander, the father it ripples –the peppercorn in gong bao chicken and freedom. It’s in the air here.Back home freedom is packed in helium balloons,something to let go of in an applause. Or, a stagger of cannon firing in front of the […]
In between impulse-driven honoring and the tacky enshrinement of small wonders, between scintillating revisits of my crackling, walled up fireball life engine, leaving with beautifully burning embers in the monochrome drag…in between the whistling and rumbling of trolley train outside my third story apartment… where in between 35% and 97% have you fallen in love? you asked in between the train rumbles.