So hello everyone! I’m sorry for disappearing for so long, but I have a VERY GOOD REASON! I RELEASED MY DEBUT AUDIOBOOK!!! I’m so so excited for you guys to hear it, so I’ve attached a little preview of the final track of the audiobook to the bottom of this post. All I really wantedContinue reading “I RELEASED AN AUDIOBOOK!”
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let me tell you the secrets of my day, the whispers of warmthwho greeted me in the morning,who returned only when the nighthad swallowed the sun. in the spacesleftbetween them, my day lay, and stretched hercat-like selfacross every hour, minute, and second,grazing on the clock-handsI fed her. quietly,when no-one waslistening, I stole them, to endContinue reading “On Rest”
A new Friend
the breeze was the first child to have been born, the first animals heard her criesheard her shreaks as she used the trees to rattlethe ground to danceher tears so large no river could curb. it is no surprise now,as she has grown old and wise,she uses the trees to rest,the ground to dream, andContinue reading “A new Friend”
Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.
日本に住みたい [I want to live in Japan]
日本に住みたい = I want to live in Japan.
Dear Poetry/This Poem (+audio🎤!)
So…I cheated at NaPoWriMo 👀👀👀
‘As I grew older, I began to feel a different, yet familiar, emotion in the same part of my heart – experiencing something so real but wondrous you feel as if you’re in a dream’ – @christinemaricomics When I am there,when I feel every spark and crackle against my heartbeat, I don’t feel like dreaming.I feelContinue reading “First-Act Curtain”
A White Girl in a Pretty Dress Smiles at Me
‘She stares back at me, and I don’t know what to tell her’
Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong
Des Voeux Road West never faced west, only towards the other blocks opposite ours. Each morning, my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder too slippery for any human who had slept through the sweatiness of night. But, I’m convinced it wasn’t meant for human legs, since each night the scurrying of thistly legs decoratedContinue reading “Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong”
A poem about being a normal woman for International Women’s Day👩