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 simple object became the entry point for a poem about the luxury of words.
A poem about a dishwasher, inspired by an Airbnb experience plus a prompt to write about any single object in the chalet.
Two short poems inspired by a single poem by Pablo Neruda...
This short prose piece was inspired by a prompt to write about a body part.
This short prose piece started with a prompt about change and "moving on".
The image of a cat's stray whisker led to this poem...
A weird little vignette practicing voice, scene, and dialogue...
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.”
Technically, I am unilingual, but I carry other languages with me...
Looking up at trees helps me distinguish between walls and boundaries...
Progressive Tense 