So I ran into an old friend last weekend. We'd met when we were fifteen, in high school. Even though we didn't have a single class together, we managed to spend a lot of time with each other. It was—still is—one of those friendships where you feel like you have everything in common even if … Continue reading Where your dreams go to die is 23
Job Seeking? Try My Sample Cover Letter
Dear Corporate Recruiter, I am writing to express my enthusiastic interest in your pitifully underpaid entry-level position. I'm an experienced, desperate young professional with thousands of dollars in student debt and a willingness to accept the bare minimum. With years of internship experience that have yet to pay off, I believe I would make an … Continue reading Job Seeking? Try My Sample Cover Letter
‘that old town’
When I think of that old town One night sticks out, foggy and dull like the overcast sky on a hill, on a night with no sleep and no stars, I watch the spread of the city and its twinkling lights, and place myself at a distance from every single one and everyone at once … Continue reading ‘that old town’
States of mind [freewrite]
"Gravity is a state of mind," SZA sings. "You are, you are, you are..." It's funny how easily we can shift from one state of mind to another, and how closely this constant transitioning is connected to our individual, subjective perceptions of time. One state of mind can last just a week; or, if you're … Continue reading States of mind [freewrite]
Diaspora in a package
Balikbayan. With my limited knowledge of the lexicon and nonexistent knowledge of verb conjugations, I know the word balik means “to come back” and bayan means “home”. Balikbayan, as far as I know, is only used in reference to the large boxes we send to our relatives in the Philippines for Christmas, or otherwise bring … Continue reading Diaspora in a package
‘Tracy’
The same walls have called my name, in a roundabout way, millions of times But I’ve tried to stifle it, pursue silence from where I stand in the middle of the room I’ve lived in the same town’s only intersection for millions of years, in a matter of speaking keeping my broken left foot steady … Continue reading ‘Tracy’
‘untitled’
We are the girls too difficult to love With smiles so wide birds nest in the corners of our mouths And when we sigh, it sounds like a morningsong And when we sing, it's a symphony, released We are the selfish ones Sashaying through the universe and taking, looting, seizing, never giving We carry nothing … Continue reading ‘untitled’
Gaza, 2018
Is this peace? There were children at that border. There were mothers, fathers, teenagers, activists, neighbors, workers, journalists, doctors, thinkers, unruly, unrested at that border. Now, at least 60 of them are dead, and thousands more bleed pale onto cramped hospital beds. You call this peace? They screamed and yelled and swore. They ran, they … Continue reading Gaza, 2018
A blog post about blogging
I have been trying to pull this thing together for months. Changing things, thinking up new ideas and schemes, digging up old ones, scrapping an entire concept in favor of a new one, then scrapping the new concept and pulling the old one out of the garbage to dust it off and try it out … Continue reading A blog post about blogging
