“When I describe this exhibit, I frequently narrate the images. Separately, I narrate how the exhibit made me react, or how my uncle jokingly called me “import,” a word that sometimes made me cry. (I could not determine for myself if I was a colonial good, or, like the items in the balikbayan box, something precious returned home.)”

“…when we engage with poems, we are in dialogue – within our creative community, with the envisioned reader, with our interior selves, with fragmented and flashbulb memories & the characters of them, with unresolved pasts & half-imagined futures, with nature, the unnatural systems that govern us & the elusive universe that surrounds it all.”