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.

she who owns herself

she who owns herself

watch out
i am
unshackled

rage

rage

i have sat with rage
i have felt the heartbreak
the betrayal
the grief
the indignation.

not knowing

not knowing

I do not need to know
the mystery
of love

untitled

untitled

And I resign
to dreams

savasana

savasana

i have come to rest
my mind
upon my heart

moonbeam

moonbeam

i caught a moonbeam
in my hand
soft, delicate