Post-2020 (a prose)

Within the years I’ve come to miss you I remember you only when I see things that amaze and overwhelm me, like sunset through a desolate restaurant, the receding lake waves, a smudged pencil portrait, a bird musing through the branches.  Walking through streets and avenues, I no longer recognize the disconcerting eyes, faces that…

2022 and a lil update with me :)

Ah, it’s the year, 2022! I don’t know how to feel about this year as 2021 had been quite a good year for me. I passed a French certificate exam, took the GRE with a good score, and made some solid friendships. I learned to do things on my own, which is a huge improvement…

ever feel

I need to stop watching interviews of kids in the 80s and talk to people my age. Except people-my-age are all on their phones and I have nothing in common with them. It was just getting colder in North America. I look at the clouds drifting past overhead. Where could they be fleeing to? I…

Elastic Flow: reflection on time away from hustling

I remember reading in my diary “I don’t suppose I will find true love until I’m in my thirty’s or forty’s”. I was 17 when I wrote that and now I’m about to be 23. Within this half-decade, I have changed my mind about a lot of things. From nonchalance to amazement on make-up. From…

Wandering: Pandemic Thoughts

Last Saturday, my friends and I went out to the movies for the first time since the start of the pandemic 15 months ago. We watched Disney’s Cruella and wandered around town, seeing all the dormant stores emerging from the extended stay-at-home orders. The sky was clear and chatters interspersed among the maskless crowd. This…

Felice the Fruit Fly

At the end of my fry sits the Fruit Fly Felice.  Large of eyes, in a breeze She opens her fibrous teeth and speaks — Ida, Ida, won’t you please Grant me a wish, that is–  Send floral seeds to my niece in Belize There she buzzes in my soccer cleats For a long hour…

The Celtic Perfume

He arrived at the front door just before they did.  After hesitating a moment for a believable excuse, to reassure himself, Allan dug into his pocket to find the reassuring bottle of perfume. He finally knocked at the door. The housemaid opened it and she searched the corridor for her mistress. Disappointed, she stepped aside…

Une vie simple

it’s entirely ok  to live a simple, average life  hold those you love  smile  step out into spring rain sip afternoon tea  and simply listen  listen as she talks on and on  into the thicket of cicada songs  as the sun haphazardly embroider  Caramel rouge  into fringes  of pedestrians’ hair  7.27.21 4:33 p.m.

To My College Rejection Letters

I remember feeling utterly crushed after being rejected by colleges I worked so hard on the applications for. In a file, I still kept all the admission essays, the timetable of applications, the notes I took on college visit tours…. and of course, all the rejection letters. Flash back to my freshman year of High…

Dedication of A Book

I wrote a book for you a tale of aging and discoveries straddled across decades  in a world filled with wonder and characters such as those we’ve never seen before  we, the main protagonists casted icily upon the page like icicles we hang on temporarily  all those endless instances missing you  reversed in these pages …

Better off

One day, I got the chance to reconnect with my past friends. I put my phone down. Seven years, it has been. Only yesterday, it seems, we held each other’s hands, swinging it to and fro. Telling secrets, my eyes lingered on that boy from the Taekwondo class. Exchanging momentos, we wanted to live near…

The Kitchen Scene

I live with my brother. My brother is a teenager and I am a college student. Most of the time, I am the one who cooks for both of us. During this interval of domestic duty, on top of my college course work, I learned some valuable life lessons: first, pause after speaking to gain…

2020 in Limerick and Haiku

Quarantine (Limerick) All the humans have disappeared Stay in their houses as the streets cleared The air got purer The noise got lower All my family of deers cheered Zoom Fatigue (Limerick) Teacher wants to hear our response I turn off my camera and frowned Ah, class while I am bed-bound Oop, forgot to turn…

Nascent

I have created and made  Was there anything  ever so enchanting  Every little detail blossoming  between my fingers  Tails of fireworks spiraling  in web of my hand  Spools of hairs unwind  in curve of my knife  I carve slices of dreams That became moments  Starved stars  Staring silent  Nascent moon Nebulous clouds  Meet me in…

Internet of Things

Internet is full of persuasions. Our world is full of arguments. It’s hard to find those who teach you how to think, critical thinking thinking that challenges, that gnaws and mauws you Streaming songs, videos, soundbites. I get tired easily on the internet of things. Because I’ve lost my sanity, my clarity of thought And…

Field of Vision

There’s a field out my vision, I seek for it with my heart A place sown with sun’s grace, a place where rain goes amiss A field without you or anyone else, a sky untainted by eyes, and every small living things, without any photos taken of them, reign free I am think of a…

The Fish on a Tree

“Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid” — Albert Einstein. I don’t know if it’s because quarantine has given me time for introspection. Or if it’s a coming of age thing. But I’ve been…

Cultural Shock

I am shocked At the miserable things you found funny. Your lips the bows of mockery, launching words with spits like arrows. It would took me a while to understand the archery of your sarcasm the singularity of your hidden meanings the shady dark side of every joke you long to retell, relive, reveal

Moving On

The room has too few people when I’m absent It has too many when I’m present. Another sleepless night, my limbs were stiff and still. I look across to dawn, as sun torn through shreds of clouds. What perfect light. What a life walking bare foot through the blades of grass. Clouds were shifting across…

parachute

My sister is getting married today. Younger than me but with a face that is sculpted from a well-rounded pebble. She seemed quite different, with her eyes covered with sparkles and glitters that complimented her high nose and coffee skin, she looked queenly to me. However, as the older women desperately patched over her youthful…