Articles by Kirby Wright

Memorial Day I face solar panels into the sun. The smell of burnt grass comforts. You refuse Earl Grey, then lunch. When we’re alone I feel edges.   The smell of burnt grass comforts. You […]

On the Way to Welcome Market, Hong Kong I wobble with Bell’s palsy, Face paralyzed stumbling along Oxford Street in Kowloon Tong. Patch over unblinking eye.   Fog devours the emerald ridge Separating us from […]