Heavy HandsYou were just drawing.Of course it decidesIn the moment of imaginationBeautiful creation, the pencil decides to Bend and Snap andBreak.You were just drawing!Passion built up Your pencil flowed like… Read More
Heavy Hands
Phuong Le
Writing
Phuong Le
The Neighborhood Cat
Phuong Le
The Neighborhood CatBecause of you I reach my hand out Tentative, hesitant, shy.Drawn to the same spot on the fenceMy fingers hover in the space between.Folded daintily under yourself You… Read More
Learning to Fly
Phuong Le
Learning to FlyAt three,There are handsBroad, warm, like sunlight peeking through a blanket of treesAt the small of my back,They settle me into a cradle of black plastic.They push me… Read More
Ode to Star City
Phuong Le
Ode to Star CityTake a breathStep away from the weight of weary morningsTake my hand and follow me through the bustle.Do you feel it?Do you see a shift?The incessant honking… Read More
Blackberry Jam
Phuong Le
Blackberry JamI see it in blissful uncertainty, thicker than duskThe feeling of a dream that I almost rememberIt hums with thrill.It shivers in wonder.I press it to my faceThe soft… Read More
Falling Forwards
Phuong Le
Falling Forwards It was cold. My fingers were freezing, my teeth chattered, and the sour, stony gray that seeped through the window of the ice rink did nothing to help… Read More
For Thu Thu
Phuong Le
I have always wanted to have a sister. It was that day, xx xx, 20xx, that my wish came true. Her name was Thu. As she grew, I wished even… Read More