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  • The birthing pains of “growing pains”

    The birthing pains of “growing pains”

    Before “growing pains” became a published zine, I first had to experience “birthing pains” as a writer. It is true what they say, that your work is your child and that bringing your words out for the world to read can be both painful and rewarding. I began writing my poems for “growing pains” halfway…

  • Intentional Wins for @pollenpiggycreates

    Intentional Wins for @pollenpiggycreates

    Despite the challenges brought by 2022, I have kept striving as a creative and as an individual to keep bettering myself. In retrospect, I think that’s been one of the reasons why so many good things happened to me, especially in relation to the @pollenpiggycreates brand that I’ve been trying to build. Before I move…

  • The Doing It Scared Project

    The Doing It Scared Project

    I get scared and anxious, more often than I would like to admit. Even posting this video right now makes me worry. I think, because of the way I am, I just frequently feel this way in my daily life.   Then again, despite the debilitating effect my anxiety has on me, I still miraculously…

  • “All Good”: On Writing Essays and Choosing Effective Leaders

    “All Good”: On Writing Essays and Choosing Effective Leaders

    Context: I wrote this essay six months ago for a workshop I had at work. I found it once again as I was sorting my files and I wondered if it would be too late to post this now. However, as I read it again, I realized that no matter how the elections turned out,…

  • The Nine Reminders of Resting

    The Nine Reminders of Resting

    Take her out to the goats and feed her thoughts to the flowers.  Listen as the wind then blows them away. When written down as an essay, they will make more sense. Allow her a slow breakfast. Eventually, egg whites will appeal themselves to her curious appetite. If she wanted reinvention, this could be her…

  • I felt a house [a poem]

    I felt a house [a poem]

    I left the door open tonight with the intention of leaving, but instead of my footsteps and explosive door slams, I heard your gentle understanding. I used to peek through your window, you know, decoding the Morse in your eyes, the permission in your smile, the distance you set with your grunts, and how much…

  • Band-aid Solutions to Champagne Problems

    Band-aid Solutions to Champagne Problems

    Contrary to how I am with other people, I am very impatient with myself. I remember buying myself a guitar during my second year in college and forcing myself to play while singing the lyrics in just under two weeks. I merely learned the chords I needed so I could rock out my favorite Taylor…

  • Was it Mustard Yellow Grief?

    Was it Mustard Yellow Grief?

    It was not quite mustard yellow but I remember fixating on the curtains during the car ride. In my head, I was rehearsing how I would be writing down the scenario– the curtains swaying, the silence that I could not tolerate and the mask that hid my dumbfounded face. It was my first time inside…

  • Her Creation Story [POEM]

    Her Creation Story [POEM]

    In the beginning, there wasdarkness, shadows seeping throughgalaxies that held her tight. The woman in question dancedin her lonely,knowing nothing of white noise.She who floated in the infinitenight sky, who did not questionthe empty spacesof the universe, reveled in hercomposure. There was nothing there,nothing to bear,nothing to scare and nothingto care about her falling starsand…

  • I cannot let my new pajamas be sullied by a familiar room. [fiction]

    I put on silk sheets over my browbeaten body as if I would not be stepping into muck, as if the four-corners would not tame me. But given that a piece of clean cloth is all I had to hold my toes together, I keep my bearings straight. “You’re cleaning,” I convince myself. I step…