He pulls up again, this was the third or maybe fourth time in as many months. Different time of day, different street, but I think I am wearing the same clothes. I’m not bothered, but only because he won’t remember me. I slide into his car. “Now, now, now, how do you say that name of yours?” he asks. “It’s Ra.” I say. “I wasn’t … Continue reading mr. famous
My birth name is legendary. In terms of the spirit of the name, I think the Western world equivalent would be Guinevere. When you hear it, you never just hear the name. You hear the beloved story. You might think of True Love, or Treasure, or Great Misfortune, or Mischief, or Lady Warrior Spirit, or maybe even Betrayal — but it all depends on how … Continue reading call me ra.