i love you so much
don’t mind me I just want to be tangled forever in your hair to lie, silently caressed by your thoughts and words where i can hear them all and not miss things because I’m too far away. where i can see...
View Articlethird culture kid/reentry
I am of this place’s history but I hold nothing here but the chilled dirt & leaves and the occasional pull of airintomylungs. the rest is dry-heat blowing me back, the warm breezes pull at my heart...
View ArticleThanksgiving
I am thankful for home – my home that is defined by wherever I count dearest at this point in time – which for me is where my family is. Oh Uganda, May God Uphold Thee.
View Articlemy last day in my village
The last time I was able to go out to the village near my home to visit many old friends, I made sure to document it. One of my friends had just recovered from a very difficult premature birth. the...
View Articlere-reentry.
two weeks from now, Nakor(u) will return she will throw on old tshirts, run barefoot, drink chai and kahawa and bottled sodas walk for miles into the hills and villages shoulder gunny sacks, sling...
View Articlejoy.
For the first time in four years i am happy. Overflowingly, overwhelmingly joyful – I can forgive everyone, I am strong, unafraid. This is huge. Unbelievably huge - I didn’t believe that i could...
View Articlesomething new.
Dear Anna, I keep saying to everyone how much I miss you, but it isn’t direct enough, I want to scream it out since you aren’t here and that’s what is on my mind. Today, I walked out into the frigid...
View Articleself-destruct
please stop me without thinking, i speak, thoughts bubble, spill poured from my tongue unheeded, unfiltered, burning my limbs swirl, unchecked, not paying attention, lost in some savannah somewhere...
View Articlehomesick.
repeated dream: you and i push off in a little boat, laughing breaking the filmy layer of ice using our oars to guide us around the frozen chunks. Every time, we begin to sink the boat tilts, spilling...
View Articlecoffee out with maria
why is it that when I see you I cry immediately, like someone punched in a cash register button in my heart and the drawer slides open, pouring out vulnerabilities - you, oblivious, too young to...
View Articlei like who we are right now
here, time melts, unfrozen and runs down to bathe us in wild sweat and tears work, we are finally moving getting things done worth doing, breathing in the heartbeat of a second’s time won over our own...
View Articleexperiencing home
With the power of an old camera now in my possession, I am able to reflect and document my days.
View Articlembale (ten days)
My family has spent the past few days in Mbale, the first town we lived in when we moved to Uganda. The market is wonderful: it started to rain and a few drops hit my lens: As I was leaving, an old man...
View Articlelast day in a duffel bag and backpack
Tomorrow, I am going to take my things out of bags and boxes for the first time in months, but one only unpacks when they are contained, I will be in my own box spreading out into my limitations.
View Articleback in time
The other day, two friends and I went to visit the town where I lived before my family moved to Uganda. It was nice to think about what my life would have been if I’d lived there longer.
View Articlefull.
How do you explain to someone that you are in love with everything they do? Maybe it is just because I am lonely most days, but I would love to bask in the shadow of your hair. I’m trading love, not...
View Articledistanced hypothesizing
“poverty and death” said the classmate self explanatory, the overused overwritten idea of something never experienced completely known to the point of cliche. - I - in whom these bitter texts ring...
View Articlei want to go home
[pressure] i am tiny pieces taped together so tight, too tight, stress-hugging my knees and i feel no older than eight, the same innocent naivety at my centre the tension pushes me in and pulls me out...
View Articlepacked/storage: south jersey
tight chest & gleamy eyes gaping out the window at some memories which flow over the wide grasses the flickering trees that flash by as sunlight dapples, shades, twists a hint of nostalgia, the...
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