2017 (As a memoir)

2017 In January my books arrive and after nearly 4 years without my novel I suddenly have books to sell again and I feel like I’ve started the year with the knowledge that I can Make Things Happen and it fills me with an optimism I’ve abandoned these past few […]

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A Moment (from the beach)

Once there was a moment when we didn’t say anything. We kept looking away. And I didn’t know what to say. And yet everything was said. The important things anyway. The important things always find a way to be said. Somehow. And then I went away. I walked to my […]

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A Moment (From The Morning Of)

On the morning Of, I went outside with the thick utility scissors and above the bin outside the backdoor (where, on winter nights in the dim yellow light I remember another moment), I cut up the last memory I have. The rubber is tiny and stiff and I struggle and […]

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The empty shape of grief

Sometimes when I remember abbajaan now, I don’t feel sad anymore. The air has left the balloon. The empty shape of grief. How time wears away the edges. Rubs raw the points we pierce our chest with.     Every day I pray for God to take away the grief of […]

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This tender, fierce heart

This tender, fierce heart, the end of all my beginnings, the beginnings of all my ends, how my love rages, rages, rages like wind upon the glass how it rattles in its cage and at dawn, such a tender bruised thing a murmur on the floor, I would do anything! […]

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A Moment (from the KTV)

Once at the KTV we were singing and L had her camera and she came round and videoed us and Ai and I sang a song together and that was the night I thought I was getting sick but still we sang and then A sang that Taiwanese cowboy song […]

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