the future as glasses fogged up. the future as swimming pool flooding into leaky goggles. as contact lenses migrating to the back of youreye, wearing opacitylike a coat: the 9:00 pm mist draped around the bowed shoulders ...
We’ve all seen it before. It can be found on our floors, our tables, and our beloved knick-knacks. We often just brush it off, but at some point, one must consider: Where does it come from? and why does it always come back?
Try again! Don’t stop now! I often find myself resistant to repetition. I’ve always been combative against repetitive tasks as I had no patience with myself. As a cellist, I found myself unwilling to practice on the cello, even though I know that the only way to improve at producing the sounds...
The weather is changing and so will our clothes, wardrobe choices and personalities, if you haven't figured it out already…Welcome to Seattle! As the ground slowly thaws, a whole fashion movement around spring is evoked and a new cycle of trends emerge. The dead of winter brings fantasization...
again, and again, and againtoday you’re a stranger but we used to be like bookendsit’s again and again and againwhen i pass our worn out roadI’ll remember when
Spring came in full festive force. The flowers smile at the revitalized trees. Cherry blossoms in bloom soak in the laughter of gleeful passersby. When spring comes, we all become friends.
early morning, but not too early for the mother to get ready for another 9-5. for her husband, made visible by his graveyard shift. sleepless, is their daughter scrolling on her phone past midnight.
Chinese New Year has come and gone again. Maybe it was because we made dumplings from scratch again this year, or because the New Year Gala really got to me, or because it was the first year I handed out red envelopes; but something about this Lunar New Year has left me in the mood to reminisce.
When I was younger I would look up towards my mom And whine “I wish I were older” I had wished I were older So I could be free Not have to ask permission for the simplest of things
