Discovery
I went into the woods because I wished to livedeliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,and not, when I came to die, discover that I hadnot lived. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
To Sister with Love
On the call, I first asked about her new baby. I leaned against a giant oak tree, stretching my calf and gripping the bark as she told me about giving birth without an epidural, about how so far the baby is easy-going and fond of sleeping. I asked how the firm was handling her maternity leave, how her other children… Read more →
Pioneer
The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a mostadvantageous point from which to contemplatethis world. Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
In Solitude
To go into Solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as for society. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays
Origin
Creeping along the endless beach amid the sunsquawl and the foam, it occurs to us that we, too,are the product of sea-slime. Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
this poem is not about a bullet
it is about my brother & me in my father’s backyardplanting an oak tree. like my father& brother did when he was eight. & it is about the rain & how it rattlesthe older oak’s leaves & how it becomes downpour& overwhelming. how when we walk inside &mother comments you two are just soaked & he… Read more →
Awakening
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn inme. Moral reform is the effect to throw off sleep. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Sampan
2016 installations with voices imprinted of Boston Chinatown residents’ interviews A slideshow with photography by Hanna Estice and courtesy of Sasaki
Post Card Art
Just Like Your Mother
Three years ago, before the separation,hate-spattered yellow, Sherwin Williams, the boundary of our bodies growing jagged,then dashed, to suggest disputed territory. I imagine you sleeping with the same intensityof a squinting cat. You are not asleep, yet things go more literally, smoothly,as when the fret at the foot of the floor grieves openly, the way morphine spiggles out the door… Read more →