Let Your Parents Tell You Their Stories
Because what are memories if not drafts of the stories we’ll one day share with others?
“How Do You Know You’re A Writer?”
Sometimes the words fall through the tips of my fingers with the same excruciating slowness as that of the leaves of a hibiscus detaching itself from its stem.
My First Poem of 2020
I wrote a love poem once
I see you and the winter of my gaze turns into autumn. my heart opens itself to spring and before I know it the midnight of my soul has filled my every vein with sunlight. Every day with you is summer.
a simple confession
I don’t know the exact moment it happened. I don’t remember where or even how. But suddenly the stars were silent, the sky devoid of everything except the w h i s p e r of the moon.
Sea of Silence (Look, it’s a working title ok?)
Tonight I laid beneath a galaxy of emotion Striking, and paralyzing, and somber and I wondered
I unfolded it from the awkward skeleton of emotions it had become From the confining lines of unshared passions and unsure promises And with sure and gentle fingers, with a little bit of sadness too, I refashioned it with all its imperfections and all its torn sides– into a blue paper crane That could crane…
And That’s When I Knew
Still, I dived– Headlong With you and into the waters unthinking and unafraid, Into the tides that stretched Far along the horizon Sun drenched and smiling In a chaos of our making