elephant in the room

none of us in my family is very good at communicating our emotions, so this is how it feels when we’re having a fight but still trying to have dinner like nothing happened. the elephant in the room was the largest of us all it kicked off its slippers and sat– on the dinner table…

The Four Locations of Time

Inspired by the four locations in Northrop Frye’s book Words with Power. Basically, he envisioned these four mythic locations for literature: the Garden, the Furnace, the Cave and the Mountain.  Here I tried to trace the trace of Time in our lives with four metaphorical images/locations. So during your lifetime your Time may flow to different places….

Can You Paint with All the Colours of Taiwan- Downtown Taipei

This August I went to Taiwan. And ever since I got back I’ve been regurgitating on the texture and colours of the place. We spent a lot of our time in Taipei. Taipei is a bit different from what I expected, in that the city is much older than what I pictured. Ximending Shopping District…

Legacy

Time has a way of dripping away, but there’s a way to capture it somehow. I’ve been thinking about legacy this week. Kind of weird for a fifteen-year-old to think about such haughty things but I have been since I was five. I remember being the small-hazy-eyed five-year-old I was, sitting in a car and…

Heatstroke

A lone parched thing against the sky.

A Study in Pink: Water Lillies

Summer in China has its own texture and colour scheme. Not elusive at all. But this certain morning there was a certain shade of pink from a certain water lily in front of my house. Even morning air is thick, and warm like the sun in the heart of an egg yoke compressed in the…

5 Things a Chinese Girl Knows

Whisking eggs with chopsticks. Slightly more satisfying than with a whisk. You feel more in control. The warm yellow substance is thick, not sticky, though. Like a liquid pudding. And you hear the chopsticks flitting past the inside of the bowl. Click. Click. Click. No swimming or ice-cream on your period. Just no.  Eating cake…

An Ode to Sweat

The smell of you is warm toes wriggling in a thick thick Roots sock under a dense brown blanket my loving mom force me to put on top of my duvet, is an armpit that longs for life liberty and the pursuit of happiness and wants to take a breath, and   the sharpness of…

A Craving

I think that’s how they call it. You start off, a bubble in my stomach: the smells of hot air, new books, old movies and my new body cream,- pamplemousse rhubarbe, grapefruit and rhubarb, sharp like Quebec French. And very impatient.   Like the Chips Ahoy! cookies on my shelf, I know exactly where you…

An Ode to Uneventfulness

  Miniscule tsunamis By my window: the tremor of the blinds From the wind of the AC.   A baby eclipse: my apple,- A green cheese moon, casting its lamp-caused shadow On my orange, and its every crater.   Tiny tectonic plates Colliding on the carpet: my sneakers Against each other, the friction   Too…

A poem- the beautiful house full of cockroaches

My first poem at Columbia Summer Program. That’s why the lines are a tad sleep-deprived, sappy… aw shucks. I do not like strawberries. They are red and beautiful.   I like apples. They are red but not red but green and have holes.   I do not like debating. It is like riding a shooting…

Frabjous Frabjous

In response to Daily Post’s daily prompt: dream. Inspired by Lewis Caroll, a tribute to the movie coming out soon, Alice Through the Looking Glass. You serenade the alarm clock into a snooze, The bed jumps out of you, Pick up your blue toothbrush, bluetooth it with your phone And Music listens to you while…