Hop-on, hop-off

I think of that day every time I ride the LRT and remember those conversations when I walk through a station. I notice what would probably be only a blur if we hadn’t taken that time to be curious, if each piece was not now invested with the memory of the voices of friends.


A poem about a dishwasher, inspired by an Airbnb experience plus a prompt to write about any single object in the chalet.


Five random musings inspired by this quotation from Renato Rosaldo: "The material of poetry is not so much the event as the traces it leaves.”

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