All The World’s A Stage
Are we too in love with the stories to appreciate the realities of life? The stage is a metaphor for our distancing.
Performance
Getting Used To Standing Alone
I was used to standing alone. And you came by. And gave me a whole new dimension to togetherness and alone.
The Dating Thing
Let’s do the dating thing. I’ll say COFFEE? You’ll say Yup.
This Body Is Home
This boxy is a box. It is not me. When you trap my identity in labels of gender, regional feature, skin colour, this body makes me feel like a prisoner.
Language No Bar
I was an English-speaking/writing poet in a sea of people who defined patriotism by their own language. I wrote about my journey of patriotism through language.
Patchwork Relationship
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
Dirty Talk
Real talk is dirty. It’s not that I have forgotten stage fright.
Meeting My Feminism
I grew up feeling like my life would follow the same path as other people – work and you shall achieve, be and you shall receive. It baffled me when I was attacked or called entitled for this, when the boys I knew, weren’t. I wrote about this often. I…
Paper Plane Pilot
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Capacity For Joy
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.