Poetry

The sweep of the sky as I lay on the grass Viewing the wash of stars that As if painted with a wide brush Play out in the night sky… Read More »The Far Away View

My confidence in the allure of light fades Like a bolt of lightning, burning an after-image Through closed eyes, into my brain Where the colors of memory dim Light plays… Read More »That Is Not Your Beacon

I look over my shoulder at the trail heavily trodden and the narrow strip of grass I’ve tended, like a road reaching back to another life. A road winding between… Read More »Another Life

The bowl lay broken in several pieces AgainContent splayed across the floorIn the fall Filled and refilled to overflowing AgainThere’s no wonder it slippedFrom my hands Each part is gathered… Read More »The Kintsugi Bowl

I don’t want to be Asian today, with all the baggage and associated stigmas and stereotypes that go along with it. I don’t need the pressure to belong to a… Read More »Don’t Label Me

A cascading combination of critically cringeworthy consonants The result of a mind full of phrases      in intricate mazes Pulsing frantically in the sultry fields of fever Where customs insist… Read More »You Had To Be There

I set off once more with theWeary road winding behind meLittered with the dry leaves of fallSome loose, some piledMost choose flight in the wind It was a sudden stormThat… Read More »Refuge from the Storm

The world just is a giant playgroundFor the kid who’s best at hide and seekAn endless assortment of places to hide toShelter you like a giant shade-treeFrom the searing sun,… Read More »Kids At Play

Her smile is the morning sun of SpringThat forces back the shadow of nightI can never tell what it will bringNor its shape or form of delight Each day unfolds… Read More »#2

A gentle chime rings as the chain from the lampSlips through my fingers and strikes the glassThe pale afterglow burns a flutter that blinds asI grumble at the traffic noise   … Read More »Dreams of Swimming