Blog
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Chewing on Tradition
Every day on my way to work, I would wait for the bus outside of my building. Directly in front of my bus stop would be a lady sitting in a small 500 sq ft room facing the store window rigorously peeling something from the break of dawn until dusk.
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Negative Space
I was so used to living in my own world—every time I zoned out and eventually returned to the present moment, I realized that everyone else in the room was somewhere else too.
Poetry & Prose
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The Silent Caller
I heard someone call my name, though they used no words
I looked to answer a silent call, turning myself towards
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The Mango Tree
Like a tree bearing fruit, you provide food to many,
Where there are bees, you are the honey.
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The Epilogue
The author wrote this story but did not leave a Table of Contents,
Yet you still kept on reading determined to fill the pages with your presence.
