An alleyway To some… But to others Living in some Far away land Where my memories Often linger, A two-way street.
Finally embracing that word And what it really means: A collage of different realities. A plurality of experiences, Of belonging here and elsewhere… A mixing of languages, Of cultures, An abstraction of the… Continue reading
Between pine trees And wild flowers, Small churches And bells Ringing in the distance… Between shaved ice, And pistachios On school days, Books, games, and laughter On weekends, There were three little faces… Continue reading
This past year has been a study in abstraction and an exercise in deconstruction. The drawing to the left is the first one I did when I started this blog. The first half was my first doodle… Continue reading