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27Mar

Wildflowers

i always wondered at how others collected moments like meadowsweet and red clover in august fields,  their hands gentle with the stems while i lost  my footing and broke a rosebush, unsure of  where to pull the thorns from
26Mar

mykonos

he took my hand and pulled me
on top, his back to the stone lighthouse
the moon slung low over the aegean
his tongue wet in my mouth, the smell 
of vodka and lemon on his breath
a man near the white church
stared as i felt his hands travel 
between the straps on my back

25Mar

the curve

make it stronger
i scream to the imaginary
bartender as the rocks rattle
and the olives settle and the world
shakes as the dots expand on the map
exponential growth

24Mar

WHAT WE NEED

the world unfurls in statistics
       an upward stroke calls our
       demise, as we keep our
       distance

       isolated in our hope
                waiting for all to resume
                             what we have learned is

we need each other

23Mar

Isolated

he took my hand and pulled me
on top, his back to the stone lighthouse
the moon slung low over the aegean
his tongue wet in my mouth, the smell 
of vodka and lemon on his breath
a man near the white church
stared as i felt his hands travel 
between the straps on my back

01Oct

Excerpt from “Born Of Blood”

“My beautiful girls, finally, come of age.” She took each of them into her hands and kissed their foreheads, placing a freshly picked lotus flower into each of their hands, the aroma of it wafting into their faces. Each of them kissed her on the cheek, they saw the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Phuong felt her heart swell with love, though they argued she knew her mother loved her, she had raised all three of them alone and here she was, ushering them into a new, full womanhood. She felt overwhelmed with emotion and senses, her mind beginning to race with all that could possibly go wrong, frightened of the voice and darkness in her mind that always threatened to rise. She breathed and focused on the soft petals in her hands and held her head up high, nodding at the old, crooked backed woman standing across from them.Her hair hung loose and long, it was straight and shone white like moonbeams, she wore a robe that shimmered gold and silver, signifying her as the Wise Woman. The Wise Woman was a leader of all ceremonies in their town, she not only knew all of their history, she was apart of it. She knew the ancient language and would pass down lore, magic, and wisdom to her successor.
06Jun

ASIAN

I never understood what it was to be ASIAN I never understood why I had
06Jun

Busride

prompt: write a memory that takes place on a sea, bus, train or airplane It
02Jun

bà ngoại

The dollop of oil sits, a steaming surface flakes of gold chili suspended in a