The cardinal couple visited me this morning. I watched the male pull a worm from the ground and then feed it to the female. It was the most endearing sight to behold. The female perched on the wisteria long enough for me to snap a few photos before gliding to the ground to meet her … Continue reading

The sun is set to rise in five minutes and I take the moments in between to wonder how we can know such algorithms. Daybreak and nightfall like appointments, keeping their commitments to uncover and cover for as long as we spin here. They say the only certainty in life is uncertainty yet I consider … Continue reading

love war

It’s said that all is fair in love and war. This is how we justify the extreme measures taken to win both. How we rationalize lesser loss for greater gain, the means for the coveted end. Both are costly. Both are unfair. Both tally and bury casualties. Both scorn at the notion that any price … Continue reading love war

the other day

I knew it would smell like spring when I stepped outside. The mixture of dew and dirt swirl together just beneath my nose as if I’m sniffing the bouquet of a fine wine. I let it swell for a moment, see how it settles over me. I give the spring morning a proper hello as I bow … Continue reading the other day

a bag of books

It’s always been about the words. I began writing my thoughts very early on in a diary and then eventually in journals. By my teen years I never went anywhere without my journals. I carried a backpack with all that was precious to me, and that’s where the books safely stayed. Shuffling between two homes … Continue reading a bag of books


  I restart the dryer for a third time to release warmth for cats who huddle outside near the vent. Cats who try to dart into the house at every opportunity. Creatures of comfort. We are all seeking some sort of comfort, I suppose. A shelter from a cold, harsh reality. I hear the hum … Continue reading february

a moment

It falls from the storybook like a pressed flower preserved between the weight of pages. The heft of life stashed sturdy with both great regard and regret. A book you stow away where only tiptoed reflection can reach. The novel that remains unfinished and unedited. The stories that have chapters but seemingly no stringing theme … Continue reading a moment