Wendy's Cherry Farm

In 2015, the MET Gala announced the annual theme for its highly anticipated event: “China: Through the Looking Glass”. Displayed on the header of the MET’s “select images page”, where commoners like me could take a digital gander at its fashionable offerings, was what I believed to be a vase.  Later, I discovered this image… Read more

Night after night, the madman by the sea stalks the shore  Pocketing sea glass that whispers of absence, kissing each shard with a motherly fondness  What I know of solitude, you shall know—each splinter an echo hidden in the tide Night after night, he scavenges the shore’s edge, gathers scattered memories, cellulose promises lost in… Read more

“Look! Over there! There’s a herd!” My eyes squint tersely, fighting the fiery glare of the sun’s setting rays. I watch as a smattering of teenage boys scampers hurriedly towards the shoreline, legs clunkily attempting and failing to step over the rhythmic barrage of waves. There’s a futility in watching them battle the ocean: those… Read more

Four months ago, I was in the middle of a stubborn and severe writer’s block. When this happens, I turn to the cobweb-ridden vault of miscellaneous papers in my Zotero. These are the articles I tuck away with a swift click, their titles promising interesting reads that I tell myself I’ll get to “later”. Always… Read more

And then, he reached out to hold my hand while he put the other on the small of my back. It was dark and he knows I always trip over that curb. In the comfort in her own room, she indulges in this memory. She closes her eyes and tries to picture the feeling of… Read more

My family often jokes about my “world class palette”. Italian, Japanese, Korean, German, and French—my home cooked meals growing up never strictly adhered to the Northeastern Chinese diet. They were often more representative of a United Nations Conference—-spaghetti noodle soup with soba concentrate topped with kimchi and meatballs. Baguettes dipped in olive oil and balsamic… Read more