beyond hope and despair
something has died. something has come alive.this rotten seed has finally stopped trying.as if fresh ripen figs turned into dark dried crystals over time.over time the trees gain a few rings and lose some buds;over time soil gets more fertile,…
nothing special happen
That moment I said yes to love nothing special happened. The bus arrived as scheduled, squirrels searched for food, in trees, in garbage. Some crossed the street, some died. People glued to tiny screens, some watched, some never cared. Then…
glamorous grief
Don’t wake up the tears in moonlight silence they become millions of fireflies singing hallelujah Don’t ask the wounded snails about their mothers’ belly naked under the equatorial sun their sleeping spiral tells stories from the other world Every experience…
depressed goldfish
Slow clockwork ticks against my will like a depressed goldfish searching for the anchor in the avenue of escape. Signs emerged from the stone have their eyes glued on me in unnatural positions. Put my self-realization on paper I can’t…
beggar’s bowl
I couldn’t capture your face but I get a glimpse of your infinite generosity. I tried to give you a definition, you showed me your endless boundaries. Your love for me is a deep mystery so deep I couldn’t see…
Original Crime
She doesn’t have the psychic strength to watch the news. Everything is sliding down, even the mute button is broken. I thought the medicine in the drum is hiding in his long dark hair that if he would sing a…
Lovers’ Critique
How can I speak to you, if you are an image, or an expression, or a representation of my unfulfilled desires? When I look into your eyes, do I see a universe inside and beyond you unfolding? Or…
Let us travel back in time and fast forward
I wake up. It’s already tomorrow in Hong Kong. I open the bathroom door- my mother was in labor, giving birth to me in the hospital that had been listed as national heritage 5 years ago. I run to the…
Marching Into Love
Don’t declare your love to me Until you’ve seen the moon waxes And wanes 16 times I have 27 split selves 38 emotional currents In rotation Don’t declare your love to me Until you’ve seen me Spring forward And Fall…
About Me
daughter, water, auntie, microbial cultures maker, a PhD candidate who has serious doubt about critique and language, an expressive arts therapist irresistibly drawn to the space between the known and the unknown and the abundant mysteries between the either/or dichotomy.
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