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…

bug bites

There were many strange things that took place that day. The sun rose quite early that day and I felt a strange feeling of anxiety. It seemed as if every vein in my body was struggling to unfurl. i was eating breakfast when a her of ravens flew back, their vicious eyes staring straight into…

1.1

In the space of my calendar was filled with dates of funerals juxtaposed with weddings it gave me helpless hope and fascination to see the riptides of joy and suffering cross-intersect what it felt like to be joyous and sad at the same moment to lose and gain at the same insubstantial instant a dance…

migraines

November 27, 2017 On certain occasions I hear sounds within me. It first started within my skull, a vigorous clicking on the back of my neck, like raindrops falling heavily on a winter’s day. The noise has grown louder overtime, so much so that it felt like a chain around my neck, incessantly prisoning me…

About Money

Everyone wants to be rich nowadays. My father laughed at me when I insisted on keeping my books, “what’s the use of reading these when they can’t earn you anything?” You know how when you’re a child, you just appreciate the things for just the way they are? The soft chill as a snowflake lands…

2000s

Girls my age, their eyebrows more geometric than the isosceles triangle I try to measure Girls my age, their eyelashes faker than their emojis stringing after incomplete sentences Girls my age, posing in tank tops and bikinis online even all those friends around them look like theatric props I’m really sick of this generation when…

monday

Again, the face that passes me With the same care-worn fatigue His lips are pursed, dark burgundy His hair flaming maize his eyes are whatever that’s left of the sky Again, the clock strikes dawn as the stars cleared He and I, we work hard, for that promotion I see sparrows playing hopscotch on the…