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.
It's National Poetry Month #NPM22 and the theme is #intimacy, which also happens to be my personal Word of the Year! This is a playful new poem a friend suggested fits the theme.
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.”