[Writing: Introspection]
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Old cards
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≻: Old cardsA pilgrimage through words no longer meantFor me, I rifled through old cards and envelopesAnd felt vulgar and voyeuristic, ogling…
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The Muse
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≻: The MusePain is a special kind of fuel, even back in the happier Days. The words that have dried up for monthsHave…
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New York — City of Goodbye
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≻: New York — City of GoodbyeNew York, New York. A city that lives up to every cliche ever, and tolerates a hundred different things happening,…
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Letting go
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≻: Letting goThe weight of sadness can be consolidated into one whole box of Wet scrunched up 2-ply tissue, two soaked pillowcases, and…
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10 Prescott Street
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≻: 10 Prescott StreetOver the summer, as I transition from Tai Ran Tang into my identity as Tang Tai Ran, the faraway corner…
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I have allowed myself to peer into a future and that was my great mistake.
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≻: I have allowed myself to peer into a future and that was my great mistake.To imagine a room of sloping sun, lighting a faceThat I’ll hold and marvel, at your long lashes orFragments of…
