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Richard

Twenty years later, I don’t know if it was real or if I had dreamed it up, or created an elaborate fantasy. K was the first woman I knew to have her own flat; unshared, unmarried, in the heart of the central business district of Metro Manila. It was a studio, though I don’t knowContinue reading “Richard”

To the Polish dude who worked on my driveway

You arrived along with two other dudes, your hard r’s and nasal vowels chattering away while you scraped back the weeds from the path. None of you had ever driven a skidsteer before apparently, though I wouldn’t have known. Around lunchtime, I laid out the tarts and donuts I picked up from the Supervalu onContinue reading “To the Polish dude who worked on my driveway”