Poem From Anthology Workshop

Family gatherings is where I hear the
thump thump
of familiar voices in Vietnamese karaoke the
thump thump
of the rhythms of little cousins' bottoms sliding down the rough carpet stairs the
thump thump
of the footsteps made by mothers in the kitchen cooking the
thump thump
of the slapping of playing cards on dinner tables by uncles and fathers the
thump thump
of my heart beat
cause.... that is where the home is.

Perspectives

it's mind boggling to think of how many diverse and dispersed perspectives there are along the lines of class, sexuality, gender, race, locale, nation.

A night within a morning

based on reason, science, or so-called evident truths, we look at time as something linear, continuous, always moving with us moving with it, directing forward all the time.

for some, time moves faster for them than others. for some, time moves slower for them than others. if you "feel" like time is moving fast or slow, then are you purely "feeling" meaning you're not being rational as you are basing your truth on simply emotion. We can get all philosophical here, but perhaps I should not continue to delve into it.

This year is my most busiest year. It seems like I've adjusted quite well to my classes. I'm no longer as stressed out as I used to be over tests and assignments as I just naturally do them now. I'm reflecting on how I used to spend my "time", this linear conception we've come to understand growing up.

Sometimes, I wish I still had the time (Whatever that means) to catch up on the latest movies, tv shows, things that unite a lot of people nowadays. Being in this sanitized bubble of privilege, I've been realizing so much of my detachment to outer societies--whatever they may be. I feel like I am still living in the past. I need to have some time to catch up on time sometime.

It's the morning from a late night of partying again. I should be sleeping, but I can't. This feeling is coming back to me and I can't seem to digest it. Let it feed on me again for old time's sake