Category: Ai Ogawa
Cuba, 1962 By Ai Ogawa
Cuba, 1962 When the rooster jumps up on the windowsill and spreads his red-gold wings, I wake, thinking it is the sun and call Juanita,…
Barquisimeto By Ai Ogawa
Barquisimeto, Venezuela, October 27, 1561 Today it rained vengefully and hard and my men deserted me. My kingdom was as close as calling it by…
Killing Floor By Ai Ogawa
Killing Floor 1. RUSSIA, 1927 On the day the sienna-skinned man held my shoulders between his spade-shaped hands, easing me down into the azure water…
Grandfather Says By Ai Ogawa
Grandfather Says “Sit in my hand.” I’m ten. I can’t see him, but I hear him breathing in the dark. It’s after dinner playtime. We’re…
Disregard By Ai Ogawa
Disregard Overhead, the match burns out, but the chunk of ice in the back seat keeps melting from imagined heat, while the old Hudson tiptoes…
