Trelaine Ito
Trelaine is originally from Hawaii. But, true to form, he saw the line where the sky meets the sea, and it called him, so he currently lives and works in Washington, D.C. He enjoys origami and washing dishes and taking pictures of clouds and sunsets. But never sunrises (he’s not a morning person).
It’s about process.
I find myself lying down on my bathroom floor again, staring at the underside of my sink, talking to my inner self.
It’s only two years. Two years and then we’re done.
(Why I refer to my inner self as a “we” requires a lengthy psychological profile not relevant to this particular story, but it’s often because I view my internal voice as a separate being…
Essay
Issue 89, November 2024
Issues Archive
Texting with a Ghost
“Can we talk?”
He sounds almost too forceful in his delivery, the tone of his voice transforming his question into an attack, so he selects his next set of words deliberately, knowing he’d only have one shot at his opening.
He sounds almost too forceful in his delivery, the tone of his voice transforming his question into an attack, so he selects his next set of words deliberately, knowing he’d only have one shot at his opening.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 85, July 2024
Issues Archive
Trelaine Ito
Trelaine is originally from Hawaii. But, true to form, he saw the line where the sky meets the sea, and it called him, so he currently lives and works in Washington, D.C. He enjoys origami and washing dishes and taking pictures of clouds and sunsets. But never sunrises (he’s not a morning person).
It’s about process.
I find myself lying down on my bathroom floor again, staring at the underside of my sink, talking to my inner self.
It’s only two years. Two years and then we’re done.
(Why I refer to my inner self as a “we” requires a lengthy psychological profile not relevant to this particular story, but it’s often because I view my internal voice as a separate being…
Essay
Issue 89, November 2024
Issues Archive
Texting with a Ghost
“Can we talk?”
He sounds almost too forceful in his delivery, the tone of his voice transforming his question into an attack, so he selects his next set of words deliberately, knowing he’d only have one shot at his opening.
He sounds almost too forceful in his delivery, the tone of his voice transforming his question into an attack, so he selects his next set of words deliberately, knowing he’d only have one shot at his opening.
Creative Nonfiction
Issue 85, July 2024
Issues Archive