What does your home mean to you?
My apartment is my cafe, my spa, my studio, my therapist and my inspiration.
You remind us of us.
It was always me dream to be a combination of my parents. I love them both so much.
Not Enough Red (2015) & My Work As a Painter
I took a class in abstract painting a semester ago and my professor didn't really like my work. He told me my brushwork was too uptight and far too controlled. I didn't like him too much, but there was one thing he was very adamant about: I must keep painting. I had quite the busy... Continue Reading →
Starving: A Poem from Porridge: A Memoir
Starving My grandma reminded me that I’ve gained weight As a way of expressing her admiration. You see, in her country the more you weigh The lighter your disposition— The less it seems that you are burdened with Worry, Or heartache. I wasn’t hurt by her words, And I took them lovingly with a squeeze... Continue Reading →
Early Morning
Fridays are my blog days from now on. I have an early morning class on cultural landscape that I might be missing today because of my ACUTE BRONCHITIS. I've been coughing since 3am, not to mention for the last 4 days. I'm clearly self-diagnosed and have prescribed myself ginger tea and honey as well as... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl: Podcasts
I had this idea of posting podcasts where I read excerpts from Porridge. I think it'll be more intimate and have more characteristics of performance or spoken word. Like this post if you'd like to hear me reading some excerpts and I'll create list of the ones I'll be reading. xx
Brooklyn Baby: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Brooklyn Baby I cried yesterday when I got home. I felt my insides shake and my spine curl inwards, Like my body was seeking a warm hug from something, Anything, Even itself. I sat in bed and closed my eyes then let the music play with them closed, Sometimes, if I let it consume me... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 