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My Dip in the Ganges

I twisted through Varanasi’s suffocating maze, side-stepping skinny cows and men on motorcycles, their mouths blood-red from the local chew. Silhouettes in shop

Skeleton Key

Towards the end of elementary, an older boy gave me the master key to the school. Weeks later, he would take the key back, but, for a little bit, just before summer

A Decorous Man

Mom’s dad Wells came by one night. I watched him through the kitchen window, parking his car. Always a new sedan of some kind, never German. “Too ostentatious,”

The First Winery

I should’ve known I’d meet you. The limitless vineyard. The turtle-shaped cloud. Everything had a strange significance or the cabernet was playing tricks. You came

My First Sexual Experience

Grade six. I had a girlfriend. But it was following the same tragic pattern: an initial flirtation followed by a brokering of the relationship between her friend

Morning Crack-up

What set me off was that little mango-pyramid. It was lying there on the kitchen floor. A polyhedron of terror. ⠀ The morning had started out great. I got up early,

Hey What Happened to Lovick's Monty Clift film?

He hit the gas coming out of the s-curve winding around the canyon, his diesel engine rattling, the sky an overcast of glare and gray trees throwing jagged shadows

Nuclear Alien UFO from Korea

I drank honey vodka from a coffee cup and waited for you to emerge. It had been a long day. So literal. So many talking-heads. At one point I’d muttered to myself,

That Turd on the Ferry

I didn’t think I could get any lonelier after that summer, but when high school started this kid John had it out for me pretty much immediately. He was small but

My Relinquishment of James Van Der Beek

Why am I thinking of Van Der Beek? I imagine it’s because I’m at that Coffee Bean on Hillhurst where I wrote that thriller I got him to read. I wrote a lot of it

Blue Is The Orangest Color

I drove into Vancouver from LA in time to have a late dinner with mom on the West Side before knocking out on her couch. I awoke at 3am looking out the window at

A Humbling in Ninh Binh

I was feeling good about my ability to riff with the locals. Servers, tailors, Grab drivers — so many solid interactions. I don’t travel a lot, but I’m nimble when