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The Funeral
When I was younger, just a boy, I went to a funeral. It was for my grand-mother, father’s side, it was held nearby. I was taken out of school for the day, and followed by hushed condolensces from teachers I barely knew, we made our way there. I don’t remember if I wore a suit,…
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What do you do?
Yesterday an American girl asked me, ‘What do you do?’ I couldn’t answer. I fix broken things I sit alone resisting the urge to drink and write drivel. I answer a calling, my calling? I wipe my ass standing up. I surround myself with beautiful things to hide to hide I think, but rarely am.…
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You’re (Not) Alone
It seems to be a common phrase nowadays – You’re not alone. There’s plenty of songs, plenty of popular writers, plenty of everyone really telling us that we aren’t alone. Yes, things are difficult right now, but don’t you worry ol’ chum, at least you aren’t alone. We are alone though. Depression is isolating. It…
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The Cat
I went for a walk today. A beautiful and clear afternoon, the morning’s frost still clinging to the shade. Approaching a bend in the path, I heard an awful ruckus ahead. The sharp trill of a blackbird disturbed from her nest, and the insistent tone of sparrows warning of danger. Rounding the bend the source…
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Shiranaihito
Shiranai – 知らない – Unknown Hito – ひと – Person Shiranaihito – 知らない人 – Unknown Person I could be anyone, and there is a simplicity and beauty in that statement. As you sit on the train, or bus, or quietly sipping coffee you see a stranger, tap tap tapping away. That could be me. At…
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