Tag Archives: Memory

A Man and His Dogs

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Tietsu

There was a man who used to walk his two dogs in the neighborhood where I grew up. He had long, almost pill-shaped head, his hair having vacated the most of his head in the comparably favorable realm of only … Continue reading →

Posted in Creative Non-fiction | Tagged childhood, children, conversation, Dogs, experience, friendship, innocence, Memory, nostalgia, remember that time..., stranger danger, strangers, walks | Leave a comment

Book Review: Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie

Posted on January 31, 2017 by Tietsu

Reading this book is like learning to speak another language. It is frustrating, illusive, and so densely furnished in its culture as to feel utterly inscrutable. The first part of the book attempts to teach you, albeit impatiently. It gives … Continue reading →

Posted in Book Review, fiction | Tagged bollywood, classics, historical fiction, India, literary fiction, Magical Realism, Memory, Midnight's Children, Pakistan, Salman Rushdie, suffering, super powers, truth | 1 Comment

A Problem with Nonfiction

Posted on June 20, 2016 by Tietsu

I can’t think. I’ve tried. I really have. Hour after hour passes like a string of sand through an hourglass and all I have is 2000 useless, uninteresting words that I just don’t care about. The question is why? Why … Continue reading →

Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction | Tagged college, epiphany, experience, fiction, from the vault, Memory, raging, reading, reflection, self worth, self-examination, time, writing | Leave a comment

Perpetuam Memoriam

Posted on June 9, 2016 by Tietsu

There are some memories so far back, so deeply and imperfectly ingrained into my psyche that they hardly seem like memories at all, but something so much more basic; some deeply felt but never understood phantasm of action devoid of … Continue reading →

Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction | Tagged childhood, discipline, family, father, fear, guns, innocence, laughter, Life, Memory, muffins, pills, vitamins | Leave a comment

Book Review: The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro

Posted on May 25, 2016 by Tietsu

There is something pleasant about books that take their time. In a world where bestsellers filled with rough and tumble detectives and cut-throat espionage, it’s hard not to think that in a world more and more dedicated to immediate satisfaction, … Continue reading →

Posted in Book Review | Tagged Axl and Beatrice, folklore, forgetfulness, journey, kazuo ishiguro, knights, literature, Loss, lost history, magic, Memory, novel, Review, the buried giant | Leave a comment

Sugar, Spice, and Insulin

Posted on April 26, 2016 by Tietsu

It’s only the third of January and I’m already waiting for a new year, some sort of arbitrary clean slate to make things new. I brace myself against a guard rail and watch the slow stream of people enter the … Continue reading →

Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction | Tagged childhood, death, Diabetes, funerals, grief, Insulin, Life, Loss, Love, Memory, mom, Spice, Sugar | Leave a comment

Stickers

Posted on April 22, 2016 by Tietsu

Looking at the things I carry with me on a day-to-day basis, most of them contain stickers of one variety or another. My insulin kit is adorned with massive square stickers of both Ironman and The Hulk by my nephew … Continue reading →

Posted in Nonfiction | Tagged childhood, Diabetes, little boys, loved ones, Memory, on a lighter note, over-thinking things, stickers | 4 Comments

Grief’s Promise

Posted on April 5, 2016 by Tietsu

Writing is full of false starts and mulligans. Were it a sport it would be an inscrutable mass of expletives and rage-crumpled pages. This is not news to me, nor, I suspect, is it new to you. It is the … Continue reading →

Posted in Nonfiction | Tagged death, family, funeral, grandfather, grandpa, grief, Life, Memory, one final attempt for clarity, promise, sedatives and swabs, suffering, writing | Leave a comment

The ‘Kegger’ Question

Posted on March 31, 2016 by Tietsu

There was an argument, or rather a statement met with silence that he had said he wanted a ‘kegger’ at my grandfather’s funeral. The kids, the proper family, couldn’t reconcile this. The man who swore to his mother as a young … Continue reading →

Posted in Nonfiction | Tagged alcohol, death, grandfather, grandpa, grief, kegger, Love, Memory, promises, pyre and song, vikings | 4 Comments

A Reintroduction of Red

Posted on February 2, 2016 by Tietsu

The around him swam in ocean of cannibalistic color, shapes bending breaking like liquid thought, unbreakable steel world around him no longer so. It was his, this small peace he’d found and placed under his skin. He could feel his … Continue reading →

Posted in fiction | Tagged A novel someday, bought and sold, chemikal, Daddy issues, drugs, dystopia, fiction, Memory, narcotics, Red Boar Jones | Leave a comment