Beginnings

Hey there. Been a while.

Just three things:

  1. I’m finally a licensed physician (yay, after 100million years)
  2. I’ve been spending time applying to certain hospitals for residency in General Surgery
  3. Free time has been spent making works for my first chapbook

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Hiatus

Hello! I realize, again, that I’ve been leaving this space of the interwebs in limbo for a bit. Reason’s really simple: I’ll be taking the Physician Licensure Exams this August.

Overall, it’s terrifying. The thought and the process (considering I’ve never taken a board exam before). Sacrificed writing and painting so I can slough through 12 subjects (hopefully 3-4 readings each time).

Tomorrow I’m going to start with cycle 2 of readings, and I’m typing this because it’s my dinner break. I usually wake up 6:30 or 7 in the morning and study until 12 midnight. Lunch & dinner breaks happen for an hour each.

I still make small time for Getting a Life (i.e., meeting a friend, exercising, watching a movie, etc) but those usually mean I have to activate Turbo Mode.

Anyway. That’s all from this patch of the universe.

Contentment

It surprises me how we fell into each other’s lives
in the patient span of seven years. We began with resisting
the pull of loneliness. We prayed
to the gods and let our bodies be eased
across easier bodies: all those people who demanded so little
for slivers of affection. Whose name do you find yourself calling
amidst those seasons of entropy? Remember the taste of all our secrets
done right? I fervently believed my heart
a caged animal – its hooves pounding songs
of longing: the sweet lack
of self-control. How you stood
unflinching when I confessed my eyes were blind
to the color of kindness, saturated with sighing wavelengths
in a universe eager to keep its distance. How you held me
as I shook, frightened of all things good. Your hands steady
as my bones rearranged themselves to accommodate this enormity
called love. Our shadows titans resting
against the white wall of your room.
I reach out to touch your face and my limbs grow wings
wide enough to map all the landscapes of happiness
we planted in our sleep. All those golden seeds blooming into beauty,
certain to rip our bodies apart.

It’s been awhile since I updated this thing.
Poem above is going to come out in a publication with some of my newer works sometime soon.

Also, you probably know whom this piece is about. Heh.

Despair 101

Seek out the light
leaving your lover’s eyes. Seek the song
strummed from the remaining
fingers of a god, cursed and withering
in its quiet temple. Seek the solace
offered by a kingdom
of stone. Seek out a cure
for the many antidotes of loneliness. Seek out the perfect
bottle more potent than all the whirlwinds stirring
your chest with regret. Seek an ocean
that will deny you all your desires
of drowning. Seek out the absence
of memory: landscapes exempt from time, wine
sweeter than that fatal lie. Seek out your name
in the alphabet of forgotten faces.

Misanthrope

Spot a stain: a trap,
oh those parts torn open
at the nape. Impart ire: aim
the sin at home. Spit
the ear. Hear harm, stare
then stir – his ripe heart
a nest of heat atop a train. Spite
the saint risen in resin. Spin then pine,
parse poems, host those horns
sent on a spine. Set hope
to emit another time:
Oh, Era of Haste:
snare this star, this prism- pith
its sore, sore arms so spent-


It’s impossible to be completely honest, completely happy; therefore slink and sink back into the warm familiarity of being without