I’m looking at the clock and thinking I should get up. It’s sunny. It’s bright. I think I heard a bird chirping. But I’m also tired and know the time has been sped up. The time is wrong. Daylight Savings Time is here to mess with me again. […]
Some people say that her love cannot be real. But she was determined to not regret a life she hadn’t lived. That cabin was proof of the true state. It contained her energy and vibes. She always went around saying “how do you kill that which is already […]
I stand before a deep red sea Staring out into the horizon Wondering whether to flee Knowing that already there are many spies in And, despise them I do Betrayal runs deep But I stand still asking for a clue I do already know I will leap For […]
I came home the other day. I sat on the couch and fell asleep in a snap. It was one of those days where I was physicially, emotionally and mentally exhausted. I don’t like days like that. I don’t care to nap from being so totally spent. I’m […]
I love “aha” moments. Light bulb moments that go ding, ding, ding in your head. I like experiencing those moments as often they are so silly and give you a moment of levity in an otherwise heavy day. I also enjoy seeing other people experience that lightbulb moment. […]
Oh New York. Again, I love this city. Yet, each day lately I shake my head in wonder. Hate crimes against Asians. Feces throwing on the subway. Following people into apartment buildings. People standing braced against the walls on subway platforms. I’m old enough to remember feeling safe […]
The Monday blahs. I didn’t know that existed until I entered the workforce. As a kid, Monday could be cool if you actually looked forward to school and seeing your friends. In college Mondays were hit or miss. As much of everything else at that point in time. […]
This past year, or I suppose last year, I had a moment where I kept expecting my mom to call me. It, of course, couldn’t happen since my mother has been gone for a while. It was an extremely odd feeling to wait for her call. I so […]
She stared at the throngs of tourists. It was a dream of hers, since childhood, to come here. But she didn’t feel grand elation. She kept rubbing her abdomen. The scar was throbbing and getting hotter. Just like the building she felt tilted and out of sorts. She […]
I don’t like gazpacho. I like chicken corn chowder. I love beef stew. I don’t care for chicken noodle. It’s always a part of any cold regimen. Blah. Pumpkin soup can warm ones toes. But this is too literally. Too many words at once. Jumbled and they are […]
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