I look in the mirror at the slowly invading growth of black hair beneath the bleach blonde dye. I am thinking of chopping it all off and leaving the color natural. With every new haircut, I am starting to see the reality of myself more clearly. me: I don’t know whether I am ready to … Continue reading Mirror Talk
Note: the words here are spaced out to reflect pockets of space, time, and silence. Best rendered on desktop or tablet, but also works on a phone.
My friend and I as we laugh inside the car and clap back at wypipo trying to judge our joy, loudness, and attempts at parallel parking. Just step the fuck back, ok?
It breaks my heart whenever I hear a woman tell me she feels small...
If you had to go a day without saying sorry, I think your mind would blow.
Patriarchy is often the inciting incident that flames my rage. When another human being demeans me in public or wields aggression in my direction, I am consumed...
“Your experience is not valid enough." Who’s voice is that? Who says that to you?
As I sit looking at old photos, I am stricken with one in particular, a teenage girl petting a horse, her profile lit up by the glean of the sun...
Written as part of a poetry class exercise: Imagine you are explaining a concept to someone/something who has no concept of what that concept is. I chose to explain the concept of Electronic Dance Music (EDM) to Aphrodite.
Last night I was having a blast playing badminton with a mixed group of folks; young, old, big, small. Predominantly international and male, with a handful of female players, most of them more experienced than I. Regardless, I have been going for the past 3 weeks now, and felt my skills improving. I know how … Continue reading Badminton Fuckshit
Celebrating the last few rays of summer
Summer bubbles shimmer then explode, casting their soapy perfume through the sunfragrant air...
I died my hair platinum blonde. I didn’t expect it to be the finishing touch to my alien armor.
An anxiety poem. Written at 7AM in the morning after gasping awake with dread. I drafted this frantically on a napkin to find release during an intense period of pressure and external stress.
An experimental piece. Written after meeting a friend whose personality turned out to be just like a cat's. She ended up turning on me, like some felines are prone to do; but that's another story for another time.
A gratitude poem. Written on the plane back home after an arduous yet exhilarating work experience that challenged me to rethink my priorities.
Can't stop thinking about my skin. I am confusing. And sometimes, I am confused.