The Origins of Rice Paper: a journal scrap story: My friend is a paper-maker. We met one winter when I still did not know the story I would tell. I watched her for one month while I tried to start the story in the stove. The water was dead in the pot. What I do know is that rice paper is a thin, delicate material resembling paper, made from the rice-paper tree. When I did not want to write anymore, I would knock on her window.
may you be loved
Brother (straight gaze): Sister (askance): Name: MaMa's Secret
first la: may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I may I
To translate, to sacrifice, granulated sugar page, reborn card stock,
The Origins of Xerox Transfers: a journal scrap story: We had a fight. A discussion, she says. We needed an arbiter. We asked my friend who speaks neither of our languages. She claims he's partial to me. We copied out our testimonials and mailed them to him separately. To be safe, we trademarked our stories with the Department of Justice.
The Origins of Memory: a journal scrap story: The judge took a long time to deliberate. Many songs passed between us until one day, a letter arrived, condemning us both. We had told lies. Whose story were we trying to alter?
may we all