Is this Japanese 00: Introduction
Culture as language at once distinct and connected to the linguistic tongue has been apparent to me since I moved from Ghana to the USA and found that…
Postcard from Japan: First Sunrise
I don't remember when I last saw the sunrise, intentionally. This morning, struggling to leave the sheets after a sleepless night, from no where came: "Why don't you…
Presently: Farewell NYC
I suppose it would be superfluous to say, I have not yet died. Excuse me, I have not died yet! Here is the thing: I have moved countries.…
Summer Diary: Call Me Stucko
Oh chewed-gum fixed to pavement and blackened by the soles of feet, how does it feel to be you? Here, stuck too, I’m trying to wrangle the feeling…
Poetry: I Sing No New Songs by Frank Marshall Davis
I Sing No New Songs --Frank Marshall Davis Once I cried for new songs to sing . . . a black rose . . . a brown sky…