One time, while I was living in China, A white woman told me, “Oh my god, you look like one of them but you talk like one of us!” and how I laughed it off. I think about that moment a lot; That allowance to be “othered.” We talk about…

My heart is heavy with an empty grief Full of words unsaid and things undone For moments we’ll never have And chances for those moments eradicated. The emptiness stretches, prickly pain Cloying with a grief that’s sickly sweet; Full of cold winds and warm laughter Memories and unnamed regrets. I can’t describe the loneliness that stretches From the realisation of being left behind Of knowing that you’ll no longer be able to just be something, ever again

Everything was better behind the golden lenses of childhood. The sweet sunshine glittering off lapping pool waters languishing in the summer heat a tangle of browned limbs and brightly coloured swim suits bright red, blue and yellow inner tubes flashing and slashing through the air, rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwacks reverberating with laughter. …

I anchored myself to a love I wanted to last forever When we were young This love shattered me Gave me manic words and Devastating poetry See, if thoughts were fireworks Then he was a pyrotechnics show Firing all my synapses When we were young My juvenile heart didn’t realize then that…

Moving on is easy. It’s what you do between waking and sleep in the hours that stretch between silence and laughter surrounded by friends alone in a room. Moving on is easy. It is what happens whether you’re aware of it or not. …

Dear Dennis, My fingers yearned to reach across the space time dimension to when we were 18 and in love before I was a whole that got shaken. I never said a lot of things, and I probably said too much unnecessary thoughts that ached with unyielding hearts full of careless whispers in the…

He said “Hello” like it was nothing and in the beginning, it was. He was a fleeting glimpse of something in the golden rays of summer when the sea-breeze was bottled up in a CD Road trips and playlists, melodies of heartbreak that segued into new beginnings. The leaves changed…

Today, I understand a little bit more about why the #blacklivesmatter movement is so important. I’d like to open a channel for communication between you and me to deepen our knowledge on this issue and to grow personally to help this movement in the best way. I don’t have a…

There’s a scar on your finger a ring-shaped callous hardened by careless thoughts and thoughtless hearts. There’s a box under my bed, taped shut. Wrapped in a thick sweater are the memories of memories. There’s a limit to the line and a line to the Past where the memories overlap with the…