My boyfriend doesn’t really drink but he loves bars. He likes talking to strangers (he’s a sales executive) and he likes talking to strangers at bars; I hate talking to strangers but I like listening, and I like listening to him do it, how...
The pilot and I stayed at a cheap, extended-stay lodge by the small-craft airport during the first six months we were together. I was really young. Twenty-two. About to turn twenty-three, but I was just twenty-two.
Driving in the American West, reading Celan and the Mahabharata. After the war, Arjuna drops the bow forged by Brahma back into the ocean, relinquishing it
When I left Anhui for Shanghai, at the innocent age of seventeen, the recruiter told me that the theme of the hotel where I was going to work was “rustic farm life.”
Night’s endlessness taps at the mind, my jet lag a constant drip down the windows. Because I am here for a month, a girl returned to her mother, I let myself go soft
I was walking down a long, utterly deserted sandy bay beach called the Gut. It was just over some dunes from a well-traveled walking trail on Great Island, which is part of the Cape Cod National Seashore, at the very end of Chequessett Neck...
