Category Archives: burma

Happy Mother’s Day, Ah May.

First memory: A large bedroom. Four beds in a row next to each other. You told stories at night. You always had the sweetest voice. We lied on the bed underneath the mosquito nets listening about the little princesses. There … Continue reading

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2017

Fuck 2016! I hear this phrase a lot as the year came to an end. I would nod along when I hear this from friends and strangers. The year has been brutal, I would agree, remembering the pre-and post–election devastated … Continue reading

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New poem out in June issue of Cha

A new issue of Cha: An Asian Literary Journal came out today, and my poem Everything Is  appears in it. It was a poem inspired by the words of Aung San Suu Kyi back in 1988 when she was urging … Continue reading

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New Dawn In Burma

Inspired by current landslide victory of Aung San Suu Kyi and her party National League for Democracy in the recent Burma by-elections.  Their win represents the victory of the people.

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Sunday Illuminations

There are times when I am convinced I have the luckiest life in this world. Those usually happen early in the morning on Sundays. The house will be quiet save for the meows of a cat in the basement who … Continue reading

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Friday Fears

photo courtesy of my cousin, Lay May.     There is a saying back home, which is on a land thousands of miles and two oceans away from where I am sitting tonight. There is a saying there, that sometimes … Continue reading

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Sunday Salutations

The lost land is recreated through many trials of boiling water and rice noodles. She stirs the pot, letting the steam rise to her face. The warmth engulfs her like the embrace of Rangoon’s humid day. It feels like home, … Continue reading

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