From the category archives:

PAUSE

Rediscovering Identity.

by Khandroma

in PAUSE

Listen to this
Falling deeper into the marrow that runs through my bones
Surrounded by the echo of ancestry and lineage
Messages travel through me, encoded in my blood,
A deep rich blue hue like fine French china;
I am not fragile as those saucers and teacups
My chips do not negate my beauty;
Though, like dinnerware, they do have stories [...]

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A Short Black. And an Earl Grey.

by Khandroma

in PAUSE

“What’s your favorite color?” he said.
Right now it’s yellow like the lemon blueberry scones that are almost ready to come out of the oven. They match my French country kitchen—all blues and whites and brights layering together because that makes it easier to smile.
White towels for dishes because then when they’re dirty I can erase [...]

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