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  • Fiction |
  • The Song of the Dragonflies
    Dragonflies on stained-glass wings skim over a lake. Their reflections flash like finely cut jewels on the surface of the water. Ancient creatures, unchanged for countless millennia, the sound of their flight vibrates in the air as a song.


  • Journalesque | The Foreign Teacher and Her Students
    I scramble to get everything together, and I never fully prepare for an unknown day. Working with kids can lead to unheard of incidents and usher the very individual into unpredictable events.


  • Poetry | Rain


  • Journalesque | This is Thailand
    I could write about the tan line on my left wrist, of the shadow of my silver and turquoise watch now imprinted on my skin.


  • Journalesque | Everyday
    I learn something new everyday. I find something new everyday. And I feel something new everyday.


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