A pink box bouncing from edge to edge inside a television. A live-streamed funeral on an iPhone, soft-singing voices on low volume. Onion sizzling in a brand-new pan, the flourishing of steak in a bloom of hot oil. Cooked flesh. Kitchen noises, kitchen smells. A beeping microwave fighting the funeral rhythms leaking through iPhone speakers. Onion tears. A sleeping dog curled up in a too-small … Continue reading a kitchen-esque evening.
It’s one of those old hurts. A moon-shaped crevice dug into the skin, a bit lumpy and scarred over in dark pigment. It is mostly dormant. But on the occasion that it is awakened, the hurt is just that: occasional. It is the hurt of a light scratch over a an old scar. A surprise graze, brushing past the corner of a table, making an … Continue reading an old hurt
dear me, you are worthy. not you can be. not you could be, if… you are. because you are kind, trustworthy, loyal, friendly, patient, empathetic, loving, genuine, authentic, compassionate, a good listener, helpful, considerate, intelligent, thoughtful, a change-maker, god-fearing. you care about the people you love and want them to be ok. you are non-confrontational, sometimes soft spoken, understated. easygoing, calm, collected, flexible, go with … Continue reading dear me: a love letter
we build our dreams childlike fantasies. versions of life that propel and inspire. what hurts the most isn’t the unattainable fantasy but the almost real. within reach. close enough to touch. mirages. that slip through our fingers like rock turned to sand and so, we pick ourselves up and start again. Continue reading dreams
the gums were encased in an orange glaze, touched by the orange sun as the hazy day rolled to the edge of twilight, while the cockatoos called and the wind whispered its silvery tune. australia is home. …. …… this afternoon while the sun was setting, i looked up to see the canopy of our beautiful australian gum trees absolutely glowing in the orange sunlight, … Continue reading orange gumtrees
you look different did you cut your hair? it seems like forever since i saw you last. there’s makeup on your face and you’re in a pink leather skirt but you never used to dress up. i guess you grew up, or something like that. your laugh. it sounds different louder higher not like you i guess i smile and make jokes … Continue reading someone i don’t know
My mother was a pianist, once. She lived alone, on the second floor of a grey apartment building perched on the edge of Seoul. It was just out of the city, because it was all she could afford, and a 40 minute car ride to her job selling sushi and tea to tourists and suit-clad workers at an art gallery that overlooked the skyline. She … Continue reading the pianist
Living in an affluent part of Sydney that can be aptly described as a “bubble” – an insular community of the wealthy, the ambitious, the connected, the upper class, I can only explain myself as feeling stuck in a grey space. I feel trapped. There is a never-ending internal conflict between the values that surround me – the ones I’ve internalised from 17 years of … Continue reading an honest reflection.
The pages floated peacefully in the breeze. An opaque white wind gliding against a backdrop of lush trees. A harmonious antithesis – different, but at the end of it all, fundamentally the same. For they both held secrets kept by the heart, silently pulsing with unshared life and knowledge, glowing with the promise of the truth. They held the beauty of the journey – the … Continue reading words and trees
The cup was yours this morning. It’s funny how it’s yours one day and mine the next. Coffee and tea, tea and coffee. A small clay creation – a model of those little white porcelain ones you get with your jasmine tea at a yum cha. But this one is different. Misshaped and glazed with an array of colours that don’t go well together. The … Continue reading where’s the coffee?