my poems, as short* films
*very incredibly remarkably short
“kind kind of love,” a poem I wrote in January, while on a floating homestay in Lan Ha Bay, Vietnam. A love poem through and through, in the midst of missing Chamomile.
“gate b23” You see, when I was 23 and had just quit my job as an engineer to film a documentary in Vietnam, my flight out of Boston was serendipitously departing from Gate B23 at Logan Airport. In this coming of age moment, I reflect on the support of my parents for me to take this huge risk and take a bet on myself.
I came to Taipei in search of a sense of home and belonging. What I found was an othering that I had all but forgotten about. I’m neither here nor there, and recently I choose to embrace it.
