Poems & Short Stories

Crickets in the calm. A gust of wind gently making its way down the Bayou. I hear your echoes, your laughter, your southern purr. I hope you’re doing well. I hope you found what you were looking for. I’m still here but stronger. My lust for life never listless. Crickets in the calm. Down by the Bayou.

The recent incidents regarding hate crimes against Asian Americans must cease. Undoubtedly this is a primal reaction from false propaganda. As a first born American citizen and a son of a US Army veteran, I consider myself American. I have traveled and lived in Asia, in times to further grasp my identity yet I find myself most comfortable in the States. Asian Americans comprise 6% of the populace,...

A vibe.