The time I pondered about how being 'woke' to the extreme can express itself as animosity and victim-mindedness.
The time I pondered about how being 'woke' to the extreme can express itself as animosity and victim-mindedness.
The time I pondered about how being 'woke' to the extreme can express itself as animosity and victim-mindedness.
The time I styled a printed midi skirt of an abstract polka dot persuasion and rambled on brow grooming, hair care, bee hive and haze.
The time I drop a poem inspired by the oarfish and show you an abstract painting of my reinterpretation of the gorgeous long deep-sea fish.
The time I carried a tote with eyes and stood around and under trees to hide from the golden yet extremely potent tropical sun.
The time I unleashed a poem that was inspired by my garden-strolling and sprinting.
...and a reasonable dose of friendly neighbor judgement.
The time I show you my typical tropical evening casual jeans and tee outfit.
The time you say a delightful YES to reading my latest poem!
The time I share with you how I fell for a deluded idea of beauty and learned to let go of it.
The time I wore a camo tee and failed to stay hidden from Malaysia's famous carnivorous insects.
