Lao by Kenn Reagle

She calls me babysan I am only nineteen years old I don't even shave The skin on my face is soft Lao giggles when she sees me She introduces me to her friends They call me babysan I see her working in the fields She offers me her lunch One small ear of corn I … Continue reading Lao by Kenn Reagle

weekly review

This week felt a little off, sort of like Marie Cardouat's surrealist artwork in the game, Dixit (more on that later). Either my positive attitude or my energy level - or both - tend to run in a cyclical pattern: one week on, one week off. I had such a satisfying week before last that … Continue reading weekly review