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Late night hunger. Noodles and I walk the wobbly sidewalk tiles, eyeing a restaurant next door to my apartment complex. It's called the Rabbit God. I've always noticed it but never been inside. We step in and the first thing I see is a group of men sitting on the floor, tending to a drunk friend. We order the signature rabbit dish and the place quickly turns into an orchestra of yelling and vomiting while one remains passed out on the floor. Meanwhile a lady is on the phone, kicking and yelling at the drunk men. Noodles offers to change tables so there is a column blocking them from view. She is talking to me but I'm frozen in disgust and confusion. "why are we here," is my thinking. The…

Inside the bone of your right shin there is a circular crevis, and there lays a ship wreck where in the captains cabin I found a sowing needle and made a moon sweater for lady octopus. She liked it, it was red. She wore it for a week straight, even when she went to bed.

                            On our way back from a 40 mile bike ride to a nearby mountain. Shoes and clothes drenched, relieved to have made it this far. The steady rumbling of the engine and intermittent squeaking of the windshield wipers. The side windows foggy, swarmed with rain matter. Occasionally, a droplet would streak diagonally across the window in dismay of the other particles. Seated comfortably, reflecting on my field of fortunes. I had never been on a long distance bike ride before and seeing that Andy was an experienced rider and a cool cat to journey with, I began to amuse the prospect of a cycling trip. Unfortunately, our weekends were always different. Mine are Monday Tuesday and…

I lost all the data on my ipad, my main productivity tool. One day at work I pulled it out of my backpack and somehow the system had reset to original settings and had wiped everything clean with nothing stored on iCloud. All the stories I had written and the time I had spent on them. Vanished. Luckily, I have things written on my work computer and in various notebooks. And the source of my memory remains intact, my mind. More specifically, the heart of my mind. But at the time, my thought was "this sucks balls." Later that day, I held a poetry workshop and a lesson that arose from one of the students' stories was: somethings we cannot control, just be happy. I'm trying something new this week:…

I'm sitting at the front of the bus, eating an apple on my way to work. I begin to notice the driver is honking his horn for no reason. We are in slow moving traffic and he’s honking his horn. We are at the stop light, the light turns green and the cars begin to move. He mumbles something at the other drivers and honks the horn. There is no logic to the constant noise. It’s irrational and irritating. "It’s something he does everyday and has become an unconscious behavior," I thought. "And continuous honking is part of the driving experience in China, similar to Iran’s roads. It’s just a senseless habit.” I concluded. I look around the moving traffic, the trees, the clouds, and the blue sky that is rare to see…