//circa January 2014 Despite my soda stained T-shirt and swaying walk, I'm fine: only a couple shots tonight. It's 2:41 a.m. and I'm looking for her. Those brown eyes, I get lost in them every time I look. She is fall, and that's what I did. I fell for her. Her hair is the autumn… Continue reading My Fall Girl
//circa March 2015 There was a view of the Ocean from the Third story workroom. Candice and Jerome Weren’t allowed up there By request of their father. They respected him enough To oblige the simple request, But their minds Could not help from wondering; As children do. Their father was Kind,… Continue reading Ocean View
The next day, Holly’s friend Jonah, who she met almost a year ago in a junior transfer, and was one of the most hilariously entertaining people she knew, traveled over an hour to Berkeley, all the way from Fremont, just so the two could catch up. Holly could tell Jonah about him, and her summer,… Continue reading Sporadically Calculated: five
The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away. The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence. The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)
For the past few hundred years, languages have been rigorously standardized, and variations of languages which deviated from the established, synthetic, and standardized norms of the language were seen as wrong, bad and in need of correction. Due to this rigorous standardization, the language or dialect that a story or poem is written in is… Continue reading Defining an Identity
The truth was that she despised him, and very much adored him all at the same time. Both feelings swirled around like water and oil in her body, and she no more figured out what to do with such internal contradictions than she found herself utterly swept up by them. The contradiction consumed her thoughts;… Continue reading scattered mind after an untimely phone call
poets of imaginary laughter, with blazing, emerald immortality.