
Inside your spring blossom
The heart is locked away
Caged up like the songbird
Inside these insidious walls
That far-away gaze tells me
So much about your broken spirit
The night you swallowed the pills
The screaming and crying
Inside your spring blossom
The heart is locked away
Caged up like the songbird
Inside these insidious walls
That far-away gaze tells me
So much about your broken spirit
The night you swallowed the pills
The screaming and crying
There’s nothing unique about the way
We fled the ghosts in younger days
You carried the trauma like me
Deep in rusted bones
But we could never escape
You knew as well as I did
Ghosts have a way of following
Ethereal, stubborn spirits
We never outrun our pasts
Though we think we can
Here’s a piece of flash fiction about intrusive memories and the reliability of our memories. It’s about 620 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 and a half minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue reading “Intrusion (flash fiction)”There’s been trauma in this house
we thought it’d be our forever home
instead, ghosts lurk here
ghosts of murders, suicides
they followed us long after we
left cob-webbed hallways –
the trauma here makes us see things
hallucinations, delusions of despair
we can’t escape it.
(Photo by Stefan Ringler on Unsplash)
I want to trace my family’s history,
go back + find out how we got here –
there was a suicide in the ‘70s, a wound
we carry but do not discuss –
secrets hide in the shadows
+ who knows how they affect us.
Continue reading “Skeleton Key (a poem)”Here’s another one of my art therapy drawings. I did this one about a month ago – I like the green color scheme. I also used my favorite self-affirmation at the bottom, which I’ve written about here before.
Continue reading “You Owe it to Your Future Self (a drawing)”There are many ways to dissect and analyze a novel like The Wind–Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. The original Japanese version of the book was released in three parts, and the English translation that I read was just over 600 pages. The novel is packed with different thematic elements and symbols, and it’s easy to get lost in the tangled web that Murakami spins.
Continue reading “Book Review: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami”Today is a sad day for me, but I’m also feeling hopeful. This marks the second Father’s Day since my dad passed away. In fact, tomorrow will mark the second anniversary of the day he passed. My life irrevocably changed that day on June 22, 2018, but I feel that my grief journey has gotten lighter.
Continue reading “Happy Father’s Day!”