On our first day in Mumbai we walked along a narrow road as auto rickshaws zoomed by. We being my girlfriend and travel partner (we’ll call her Khala, because that is her name), a roommate from our guesthouse named Bishu, and myself. We passed by dogs picking through a huge pile of trash, an old … Continue reading

An Astronomical Poem

Good morning, lanes of black dust   Good morning lanes of black dust escaping into space at a furious rate You have rotation plus gravity lanes of black dust glowing gas all around what are those spots? Stars, they are in you lanes of black dust they’re lost in the glare which we always call … Continue reading

Tenderloin Steppin’

I woke up from a dream in which I’d been sobbing. In the dream I’d traveled north to find my brother and my mom and my childhood dog. My dream took place in the time just before we had put him to sleep, and I was petting him, saying my farewells. I rolled over and … Continue reading

Welcome Home (a bus ride)

Welcome Home (a bus ride)

“Please hold on,” chimes the familiar, robotic voice as the bus begins to move again. I close my eyes lightly and take a deep breath. This sensation, this whole scene is all too familiar. Riding the Muni bus downtown in San Francisco. For me, it’s the same ride I’ve been taking for 3 years. But … Continue reading

Things implicating things

So much to be seen in the spaces we occupy a wide room covered in clutter that upon closer inspection tells a story of active existences intersecting. A haphazard bowl of scrap foil holding fresh red and yellow cherry-sized plums. Amidst the wreckage of empty bottles, ash and art supplies that tell of the destructive … Continue reading

After “What the Living Do”

A special person recently shared an excellent poem with me. It found it so relatable and inspiring that I wrote my own version of it, altering each line to fit my current existence in Tanzania. So here it is…   After “What the Living Do” by Marle Howe   Dada, there’s a cockroach that roams my room … Continue reading