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,Continue reading “beyond hope and despair”
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. ThenContinue reading “nothing special happen”
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 experienceContinue reading “glamorous grief”
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 theContinue reading “Let us travel back in time and fast forward”
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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