Brewed in the inner most part of my being, My smile escapes It travels It blooms It spreads its tentacles across the four walls of the earth It radiates Like wild fire Its contagious touch turns everything and everyone into a smiling movement   It…

When I was younger, Mom always had a pot of rice ready in the rice cooker. It was a staple at our house, born from her Asian background. Whenever I was hungry, I could always count on a hot bowl of rice, put in a…

Wish you could hear me I know you can see My large golden eyes, claws and paws The fur so soft and the long whiskers As I hear the pitter patter of steps getting closer I hope to merge with the black wall behind Hiding…

Ew…drips down my face, salty, getting in my eyes, but at least I try!

It doesn’t take much to feel the sting of the world now. Too much trauma, violence, sadness, and personal drama play out everyday. Gone are the wholesome “Beaver”-esque ways of life because everything has changed. And change isn’t always bad, but it is what we…

If I threw everything in my studio into a pot, what would I get? Paints, papers, inks, glues, rocks, feathers, books and brushes computer, pens, pencils, erasers, easel, desk and cabinets canvases, boards, tiles, buckets, and more Would I create a masterpiece like our universe?…

Pops in with a buttery texture. Mouthwatering sensation As I open my cupboards They always fall off at my feet As if begging me to have them I pick the packet up and say, Movie needs to be planned Wondering how can I say that…

ANIMALS UNDERSTAND   I know I will never see . . . One as lovely as thee. With your wet nose and wagging tail, Your antics, in my laughter make me wail.   You want to share my food . . . And I want…

Peanut Butter and Jelly   Only Daddy made it so good. Did he create this deliciousness? I know Mom bought the Wonder Bread, the Jif Smooth Peanut Butter and Jelly.   Mom was not bad with the sandwich. But Daddy, his tasted creamier. No, Daddy…

the humble watermelon red and juicy in its plumpness bought in abundance by my father   because I was fond of it brings alive his love and warmth, recites my parents’ endearing touch and their wishes of seeing me flourish   nurturing and nourishing extravagance…