For my parents. I am fascinated by fragments of time, partly because they are the form my memories take. Being a Vietnamese third culture...

limbs heavier with i’ve missed you but you still smelt same of mum of sunday spaghetti and soft yellow curves hello meo ơi, mẹ bảo meo đâ...

if you could describe this trip around the sun in three words, what would they be? what have you accomplished? what will you? what's brou...

what point is there to dwell when we love before knowing how peeling at slightest touch taking taste as their fond vows still, your wee f...

she put honey on everything honey in tea, sandwiches, kisses, fingertips she liked things sweet like life and expectations although often...

i’ll speak of chances, of godsends and then perhaps of me you’ll find words on my fingertips ask them to write knowing i’ll see the kalei...

on today’s daily dig up of the past: a pretty accurate representation of my teen years: the only cafe chain (so it seemed) that i go to, ...

i do not believe in too early to wait too soon too late should or shouldn’t have i may not have started this way nor will i always start ...

locked in frames frames of some points of wanting it so badly it was always wrong but i saw a time and in it i was alive

đi đâu bây giờ

to say it’s almost over is an odd feeling when it’s feeling like it’s already over there are only so many april days but sometimes the da...

i am the kind of sentimental fuck who would set the goal of having her first records be her, as vinyls spinning yet i can’t comprehend th...

i often think about who we’d be if we did exactly what we wanted to do without the anxiety of being shot glares to shift our limbs would w...

i know of then and now of shattered shades and rose coloured glass of a past that wasn’t true i’ll learn to open windows and not knock or...

there are certain things i can’t write about at least not out in full but i’ll walk around until i will know i’ll be sinking others will ...

and if you must pour us a drink lay out a line or breathe on me your big thick tasting joint just to get out the things i feel i probably...

words are the most dangerous weapons i know they don’t cut how pictures do because at least with pictures or moving pictures you can chec...

i could’ve sworn i’d been here before and i’d say do better when you know better but that’s to say you are better and that’s to say a lot

there was a time where i could have said okay to your surprise gerberas though of wrong hue to you, the kid i’ve known who has known me n...

how did one (or two) conversation(s) and jumbled rabbit poetry remind yourself this view now, this isn’t (but you liked when i’ve done be...

to write of love of maple tree make-believe intimacies to want so much you don’t know why you want so much is often to forget moments as ...

the shutters are heavy with sleep a slight hum tiptoes in and sometimes, an icky after taste but then you know you are awake

admitting things, especially to yourself, is scary, but it isn’t something you cannot do you are a magical realist, and that is the best ...

i have nothing and everything today