11: The Dirt of My Heart

In my journey to write a love story, I’ve realized how much a good romance, for me, entangles with heartbreak. A good romance is tinged by heartbreak, is chasing heartbreak, or at least living perpetually in some kind of its shadow. Heartbreak, like nostalgia. Heartbreak, too, like betrayal or loneliness. Is the fullness of loveContinue reading “11: The Dirt of My Heart”

04: The Heart of Winter

What is the difference between stillness and silence? In a poem I tried to write about winter three years ago, I wrote: “this city is not silent / but everything is holding still / except the trees who are always waving.” It didn’t make it into the book and a few weeks ago, I commentedContinue reading “04: The Heart of Winter”