11 August 2018

I came home and found the note. ‘Home’, then, was Guan-Yin’s apartment, one of several she had, this one near Schaarbeek in Brussels. The note was in her writing. All it was was an address. No instructions. No signature. Just an address, near Brussels Noord. I recognized the street; it was in the roze wijk,…

24 July 2018

“You are not angry.” It was a lofty claim, even from Guan-Yin, whose wisdom I had come so to admire. Lofty, indeed, considering that I was red-faced, teeth bared, shouting, and threatening her with a kitchen knife. That seemed pretty ‘angry’ to me.

24 July 2018

“We are the Dragon,” Guan-Yin philosophized over the Go board. I never minded such lectures; I found them as beautiful as I found the game, as beautiful as I found the player. Serene, calm, and a meditation in layers upon layers of complexity. “And yet we are not. Individually we are lacking; collectively we are…

23 February 2018

In my mind, you’re already mine. We’re laughing over some shared joke in a Paseo coffeeshop while an aspiring disenchanted plucks a heartbeat from his guitar. The nine o’clock news drones out from the TV, but my attention is on the way your hair accents your eyes, and on the beautiful curve of your smile….

13 July 2017

“If the pawn attacks here, with the bishop as backup, then Red would be foolish to risk a counter-attack with the knight.” “Granted,” said Alice, leaning over the schematic diagram of the city and examining it. “But Your Majesty has forgotten that Your scouts sighted the Red bishop here.” She pointed to the outer courtyard…