Kissoon's Loop

 I can remember walking somewhere— Very likely, it was at work, as I am hardly anywhere else while out in the world— And seeing two men. A c...

Six summers ago high as a kite, likely, I tried to capture a blue turtle. I do not remember if I succeeded, but there you were—and for the s...

I deleted your number today. I should have a long time ago, but letting go and learning to just breathe and be and not ruminate— it takes ti...

If I’d had a key, I would have left, then Locked the door behind me, And left you sleeping silently Soothéd breathing Instead, I woke you up...

When little, my dad taught us deep-breathing: “in through your nose and out through your mouth,” as my brother stumbled through his words, a...

Entangled (arms, legs; staccato-heartbeats, and shapers of language), as though on a quantum level. At first, so close, and then, suddenly— ...

All those times he washed and cut potatoes and beets, oven-roasted in vintage amber glassware (sunflower oil, salt, and thyme) ; all those s...