(A shorter version of this poem is published in “Picking Off New Shoots Will Not Stop the Spring” beside many powerful poems and essays to express the outrage, grief, pain and a strong desire for change in Myanmar against the oppressive military regime. …

This prose was delivered during the Artists Against Tyranny online event on Dec 11th 2021 as a recorded poetry performance. This writing is inspired by the suffering of Myanmar people who got detained, tortured, displaced or affected by the war that is happening around the country. Despite all the struggle…

Skyline showered down drizzle of broken fates

“When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty.” Thomas Jefferson This quote comes into my life at a turning point, when everything I once took for granted is challenged in the face of a corrupting force, and I couldn’t help being captivated by the pressure those words are having on my…

A land of harvest pride bruised with the weight of the guilty and the wretches. Faith, it digested the strains on the flesh of a soulless body, eyes swollen like a distant northern star. There were prayers of hope in the forth calling of their last breath. It was easy…

Thoughts diverged to a path of wondrous future, Promises craved on the heart of a naive soul, One day wishing dreams came like drizzling…

He spoke with a shallow tune, that voice of an old friend dreaming century long. Those were the days when flowers cornered at the darkest future, betting wishes with dying color. I still remembered his voice, It flowed tragic, surfacing nostalgic stories to the sensitive ears and imaginative eyes. Such intensity baring…

Why would you choose to go? — She is a product of a greedy society, Censored from choices of free will. Someone who lived between the impulses of the eyes, Nodding with anxiety at orders exaggerated by competition of pride. He is a timid walk away to all, Yet an explorer to none. Someone who needs to…

We were all we have. You were all my feelings, packed survive. You swayed like you were verging on the lane of mental deprival. It seemed like you had never lived your life. The pain scorched with a spark of unrecognizable sense you had never felt before. This horror tripped…