essays

What freedom means to me

A little over two years ago, I took the following photo while touring Mount Rushmore on my way to graduate school in Wisconsin. At the time, I marveled at how tiny the destination actually looks in person, and also at how overwhelmingly white the rock features are. (I mean this literally, although of course the… Continue reading What freedom means to me

Personal writing, poetry

Receding into death

Where does it come from, The longing to be stronger, Richer, With a healthier or more beautiful spouse? On better land? With surer footing in the world?   Where does it come from, The feeling of missing one another? My father, my sister, my brother, my kin, All are so far away; I want to… Continue reading Receding into death