Grief has Taught Me

…taught me to hold onto my truth Taught me truth is medicine Taught me that when I break the shattered parts expand Taught me to allow, and melt, and love Into the cracks Taught me not to hide Taught me I am allowed privacy Taught me, I’m not so special Taught me to...
Creative Relations Poetry Brunch

Creative Relations Poetry Brunch

Creative Relations Poetry Brunch Sunday, June 11, 2023 at 11:00 am – 1:00 pm In line with this theme of Creative Relations, I will be sharing a collection of poetry that intimately explores my personal and cultural trauma. Through my poetry, I aspire to...

Unfurled and Flying

Feeling sad was always bad So I pushed Past it Around it Ground it Down into a dust  Slow-filtering out as much as I could trust  through clutched-tight, tiny heart-cracks meeting up with tears swallowed into my chest   it created…quite a muddy mess...

Instead

It makes sense  to cry a lot.  What didn’t make any sense was to be numb in my little bed,  to shove away the fear, grief, unmet needs,  then arrive outside my bedroom door,  at the classroom door, at the neighbor’s door with a big smile on my...
The Bomb, Joji, A Vermont Museum

The Bomb, Joji, A Vermont Museum

My brother Joji was born into post-bomb-drop Japan. A “brown-skinned-bastard” from a Black American soldier. I imagine his young Japanese mother, as the earth shook for a moment, then blew away. What could she have thought about the new world of sickness,...