I spent this winter thinking back on the troubling year–the constant shroud of anxiety and my unhealthy defense mechanisms. I want this next year to be a turn: to reclaim my daily rhythms and textures, my internal and external motionings. I’m concocting various intentions and plans, small things like take more walks and learn to embroider, and bigger ones, too. I hope to be a tiny bit more confident with book publication this time around. I hope to give more space to my triumphs (rather than my shortcomings). I hope to seek/build meaningful community and to resist structures that dehumanize me. I will probably largely fall short, but I also trust in the process of slowness. So much of 2017 was spent in murky, chaotic anxiety (my panic attacks made an astonishing resurgence), but I hope this year I can attempt to gather the threads of my inner life again.

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In writing news, I still managed to publish work from my forthcoming book. Chen Chen reached out to me for the National Poetry Month issue of Iron Horse Literary Review, where he also interviewed me on the negative space between things and using untranslated language. The editor of Tupelo Quarterly, where I’ve published before, also reached out. A couple poems made it into the Asian American publication Hyphen.

Foundry nominated a piece for the Pushcart Prize. The Adroit Journal nominated a piece for Best Small Fictions.

I’m ready for this year to be all Moon 🌑🌒🌓