like family jewels

Place me like a seal over your arm. I wear Mimi’s gold monogram on my ring finger. Don’t let mercy and truth forsake you, bind them around your neck. And Grandma’s Tibetan lapis beads… Continue reading →

brekkie

The Man and I have odd schedules. Especially this season, with one of us gallivanting around the Netherlands playing shows. So when we have a run of evenings spent apart, we do brekkie.… Continue reading →

roots.

The high street mannequins are flaunting heavily autumnal get-ups, cable-knit sweaters and corduroy trousers and quirky Aztec-patterned mittens. The ice cream shops are battening down the hatches for their winter hibernation and even… Continue reading →

the blood I lose in translation

My identity lost a lot of blood when I was transplanted to Holland. Three years on, it still looks anemic. Some days I don’t care that I’m not myself in Dutch yet, and… Continue reading →

there were never such devoted sisters

Oh I’m such a tease, making you squint through the haze waiting for shapes to form. But if I flick my braid over my shoulder just so and smile my eyes endearingly at… Continue reading →

of same-zone loving

Three years ago, I was in my hometown on Java, moving towards my wedding at a pace that felt like sludging through extra-creamy peanut butter. After giving our collective carbon footprint the finger… Continue reading →