I’ll admit, I’m obsessed with how you processmy projection, how your consciousnessconceives of my existence -- this corporeal form before you.Do I bore you with myfrequent expressions of frustration, or do youfind me worthy of your attention? Maybe we’re not there yet…are you faltering behind that veil of perception?The one that perceives me as the … Continue reading Human, Like You.
Restlessness pulses through my veins like an unwelcome narcotic, and I’ve been on this drug for so long that I’m not sure if I could live without it. In fact, it was passed to me through fetal capillaries, connected to a placental artery, which branched into a tree with a trunk extending deep into Persian … Continue reading The Restlessness in my Veins
Note: The real names of the individuals in this story have not been used in order to protect their identities. I wasn’t old enough to get a real job, but a sixth grader named Lance chucked the newspapers around Lewis Drive and graciously offered me his flyer route. I got twenty-five cents a flyer, which … Continue reading That Brutal Day on the Corner of Olive Avenue and Bernard Street.
O Canada. O Dear Canada. I have so much to thank you for. You opened your doors to my family when our homeland had rejected us. You were patient as we learned your culture, your rules, and your confusing government forms. You afforded us equal opportunities to engage in business, to further our education, to … Continue reading O Canada. O Dear Canada.