three wintry friends.

the pine, the palm, the bamboo. plants that can grow and survive even in the harshest winter.

-Ni Tsan, Rong Xi Studio


oh, little star

as though waves washing back from obsidian shores the clouds reveal you i heard their hastening upon the wind. i know what you are, now; and yet, the twirling galaxy in my chest this interstellar gravitas plucks the awe in me like sea stars dusts my dreams with pearls. june 28, 2022. 10:08pm.

dearly beloved

A gentle melody that nudges— awakens, a memory it wasn’t love then, not yet just a noncommittal thought that you would always be there. The tune was dusty, metallic a music box phantom from somewhere the ashes of ashes vibrating soft melancholy of a forgotten matter of fact. to the unconditional love between a child …


“I am equal to anything that is required.”

George Jackson, Soledad Brother
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