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The street isn’t ... Read More
“It hasn’t been a year since you bought it, should Macbooks break this easily?”
“Can I not go to class?”
“Didn’t you say makeup work takes more time than... Read More
A few days ago was my first time seeing someone in the process of dying. She was not alive nor dead, she was in transition.
Every time her breath reached out for air, she took another step away from here, and she did so with no worries in her forehead wrinkles. ... Read More
I was toldIn Science classThat cold waterPoured into hot glassWould shatter itSo why am I surprisedThat I am a creatureOf splintered partsWhen I am an eastern ... Read More
Once a busy city, people moving from one place to the other, business meetings on every corner, hundreds of tech and networking events every week, San Francisc... Read More
What do I feel, remember, in these short moments of breath between the waves?
The small moments crest above the others.
A walk back from the ... Read More
When the semester ended, I was asked to write a poem for our Quinquatria, and that seemed doable enough. But after many attempts (and failures), I came to the ... Read More