• Going, Going, Gone
    It’s four in the morning and I’ve just woken up in a puddle of my own sweat. The mix matched blankets and naked pillows are strewn all over the bed. This is it, the aftermath of the… Continue reading Going, Going, Gone
  • Poop for Lunch
    The hallmark of any ethnic child who grew up in the West, is the infamous smelly lunch your mom packed by accident. Although you love her dumplings, you and her both know they will stink up the… Continue reading Poop for Lunch
  • Home
    It’s four in the morning and I’ve just woken up in a puddle of my own sweat. The mix matched blankets and naked pillows are strewn all over the bed. This is it, the aftermath of the… Continue reading Home
  • Garden Song
    I can see my father through the screen door. It’s dark inside the house, in the summer when there is the sun, lights are a waste of electricity and money. I can only make out his silhouette… Continue reading Garden Song
  • The Beginning
    Hi people. I figured it was about time that I had my own website. My dad made this for me when I was eighteen but I got frustrated and confused because I am so bad with this… Continue reading The Beginning