coming out
before i became conscious of what it meant to be an introvert, i thought i was defective in my thirst for solitude. no one taught me that...
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
no template for this love
i think we’re painting our own picture of love, using the only colours we know. an eclectic world drawn from multiple palettes. we take...
anything i love i devour
anything i love i devour - men, butter mochi, prestige TV. i stay up far too late consuming all of the above. like a flame burning...
turbulence
this yawning, cavernous sadness shape-shifts like a house of spirits shrinking with a state of flow deep breaths absurdist comedy gamelan...
the voyeur (an imagined future)
instagram must know we used to be lovers, because your stories are still the first i see. you hardly posted while we dated, so the...
how i know you loved me
you insisted on celebrating my birthday with me two weeks into dating you called right after that shooting to make sure i had someone to...
khao hom mali
cloudy rice water sweetly scented like pandan anchor to the now
the crucial difference
no mere passport to coupled life: i am looking for someone who inspires me to make the journey.
the longest wound
at last the boil has ruptured after nearly a week of marring my face its furious redness glowing like a siren i’ve applied a pharmacy’s...
wabi-sabi haiku
these winter evenings i trace the shape of my sadness fingers caked in dust *** can it be enough to simply exist, just for a little bit?...
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