A view from outside our classroom... The first chapter of my grad study is nearing the last page. Soon, I'd be taking up a rigorous comprehensive exam - a test that will help me determine my readiness to proceed with the research and defense. Time certainly flies fast. I could still remember my first semester, … Continue reading vomiting nostalgia and graduate study
I'm eating papaya un-poetic while drinking coffee let's sugar-coat call it 'morning nectar' while listening to some song entitled "Sweet Potato" no rhymes here oh no just verbs . . . meaningless to you.
I am a memory part of the gross substance in McDonald's leachate, a fragment of invisible dust in towels for-sale, a slither of light on forgotten hollow, a collection of tiles broken and swept -- sidewalk trash, a pair of hooded eyes armed with colorful maps on sun-kissed hands. I am a memory I fade, … Continue reading unnamed verse #3
Death and loss. Bad news registers to my head. And that's it. .... A really frail woman died last, last month. She was my grandma, my grandpa's sister. We went to the wake twice. My mom's quite good in the comforting department. I am a different story. I only knew how to behave, to sit … Continue reading Why I can’t craft comforting messages? (And stick to ‘My condolences’?)