Tag Archives: Joseph Han

Bottles

My Dad calls me early evening and he sounds out of breath, tells me that I need to come over soon and bring Dave to have a final drink, the important one, before he leaves Hawai’i. I look outside from … Continue reading

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Disaster Kit

On the bus I see a meth head next to a happy family on the beach, everyone smiling, both of them warnings. I have your cardigan on my lap, shapeless without you in it, and I know you didn’t leave … Continue reading

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