Love is a $ sign

“More, more, MORE!” whines the voice inside your head Your id’s become your identity,  instant gratification thy middle name. Every vein pulsating with greed Lusting evermore for the latest, the coolest, the best  For thy passion of the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Satiation is the scapegoat;  Disguise consumerism as self-care As you…

Today

Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in tune to the sashay of the palm…

Counting

One. The night before my first Halloween at college, Jin Yong passes away. I find out in an email from my professor, and am reminded of another strangely connected week, my sophomore year of high school: we start reading Gabriel García Márquez on a Monday and he dies that Thursday. My first thought, both times…