Pearson

Sometimes I feel like if I tell other people enough things for long enough, and never retreat into the accusing mirror of my solitude, I will be fine, just peachy. If I talk enough to drown out the static and the uncertainty and the disillusion – it’s 2 am, and I’m halfway through my EE … Continue reading

Pearson

"A Close Call"Jack Gilbert Dusk and the sea is thus and so. The catfrom two fields away crossing through the grapes.It is so quiet I can hear the airin the canebrake. The blond wheat darkens.The glaze is gone from the bay and the heat lets go.They have not lit the lamp at the other farm … Continue reading

Pearson

It is Mid-Autumn Festival, and like last year, I am homesick. Unlike last year, I am acutely homesick. Unlike last year, I am not sure which home it is I am heartsick for, or if even it exists. Unlike last year, I want to be alone right now, seeking solace in classical Chinese poetry and … Continue reading