Category: Uncategorized
-
feelings come and go in wavesi’m still identifying what sort of shore i am thoughdo i insist on calling feelings back cyclically?i see the waves coming and usually when you’re in the sea, you’re taught to jump really high to ride that wave ride that wave i’ve jumped and jumped and i keep jumpingi wonder…
-
Who does a poem have to be about? A poem is a unique creation. You cannot write the same poem I do and mean the same things I do, because my experiences will always be different than yours. My perspectives, culture, beliefs, thoughts, are different than yours. The reason I do write poetry and have…
-
three years ago, i declared that i found my favorite beverage: cold brew topped with two shots of freshly squeezed orange juiceas sickening as it sounds, it was really amazingi would turn to it in times of confusion for solace and i would turn to it in times of celebration for joyi never made it…
-
(writing while listening to Radiohead’s “Let Down” on repeat. I suggest you do too.) “Transport, motorways, and tramlines” as a newborn New Yorker, I frequent the subwayquite adept at naming all the stops of the 1-trainslowly developing a map of the city to match to the lines on my handused to walking as if i’m…
-
after a million firsts this week is going to be a beautiful bittersweet compilation of my last firsts.my last first day of school, my last school diary, my last first foyer assembly.it feels like yesterday i was burdened by an extra textbook i carried to school a a first grader,the biggest problem in my life…
-
art is not a number. the sistine chapel covers at least 12,000 square feet,it is 134 feet long,44 feet wide,68 feet high,it took michelangelo 4 years to complete,it began to be made 517 years ago. the numbers make the art more brilliant and moreapparent,but the art is not a number. it is not how many…
-
I found a piece of paper and coloured it blue. There. I held a small part of the sky. I told my friend that it was mine but it could be hers too; I would share.
-
lost and found, in and out, love and i play hide and seek climax builds, subsides again- is she who i should really seek? i’ve emptied my cupboard and looked beneath the floor tiles, dismantled my life trying to earn this token i eagerly seek.
