coffee

coffee

i’m holding myself
like my cup of coffee

POSE

POSE

I do not fit into a BOX
I DEFINE me

cruelty

cruelty

your cruel ways
are not for these tender hearts

Moon

Moon

the moon
she arrives
quietly

creativity

creativity

sometimes creativity
feels like
tumbling into darkness

the exile, part II

the exile, part II

i see you
and i will not turn away
though the scene
is grisly

the exile, part I

the exile, part I

this wounded animal
crouched at my feet

Dark Maroon Smoke

Dark Maroon Smoke

An ode to the suffering of women in my Chinese lineage, including two great-grandmothers with bound feet.

From Seed to Mother Earth

From Seed to Mother Earth

mother
your darkness envelopes me

moment in the redwoods

moment in the redwoods

Today we breathed in the fresh moisture of earth
leaves still shiny from the rain
green carpets of moss, standing tall