Category Archives: 2017

Self

That was only four years ago, a brief span of time in a lifetime. Looking at her now, she looked so young. I didn’t know it then, of what I know now. That I looked so young, enough to pass … Continue reading

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This moment

  Death has a way of softening us, like a fruit ripening, from the center to the edges.  I remember her as a child, a beautiful little girl with striking eyebrows, the kinds that never require penciling in. It’s been … Continue reading

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Letter to my son

Tharlay Alex, Most of our moments together in the past eighteen years were colored with my fears –for your safety, for your future, for your life, and with my worries about how I am not delivering the goods a normal … Continue reading

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You’re an Asian

After K. You’re an Asian They won’t come for you Keep your head down Seal your lips shut Move your hands and feet Dig your shovel to plant your feet to pluck the later-fruits to chop it down for the … Continue reading

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Permeation

Everything is getting through my skin, permeable paper-thin. There are rumors of birds fighting high up in the trees, their chatters louder as I strain to listen. They say, eighty percent of your thoughts today is the same as yesterday. … Continue reading

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Buddha as a refugee

He looks stunned as if he were caught doing something scandalous. Blood trails down his chest as he sits surrounded by the falling limbs of his Bodhi tree. Was it a fortnight ago he’d invited Mara for tea, as she stormed through the … Continue reading

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