Echoes of the Past
Your voice in my head was so loud sometimesAn echo of things said when we…
Linh
Amidst the piercing storm of coldDuring the gathering of crowsAmong the burials of kinsThere are…
A Letter to Mẹ
The irony of the word mother in Vietnamese, mẹ, to look synonymous to the English…
A Broken Pearl
It seems the streams resemble mourning a strangerFamily, extended through my cousin, RiverIf I’m sincere,…
My Cup of Coffee
The grip is tight and rotation stableThat’s a comandante grinder alrightNow a scale and filter…
Jahoda
Ty krásko s blonďatým hedvábímČasto tu nad tebou tady myslímPotřebujeme se fakt vyřáditMusím tě brzy…
Your Path
Our silver lining of all things we’ve almost forgottenAll of what we each grew up…
Warsaw
The smoke of your iqos and candles intertwinedWithin the walls of your white room fully…
Your Drapes
December has started and it has gotten coldTo keep warm I put on layers of…
Your Coat
I remember those days when we’d walk to your homeThrough the muddy road we would…