Henrie says he finds extra travel money by repairing, but not replacing his thirty-five-miles-to-the-gallon Honda Civic. His first trip was to North Africa, just after Algeria gained independence from France; and that experience made him aware of a political world larger than American Democrats and Republicans.
Ever since, he has combined politics and the literary. You can read his work at Asian Cha or Blackbox Manifold.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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