I swear I’m on to something. Or maybe I’m just going hysterical.
Art as Flirtation and Surrender In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, […]
I’m not. Pregnant, that is. Or I am, but it’s not what you think.
Found a book of Walasse Ting poems and paintings. Started reading a poem out loud. In French. He also had poems in German. And Chinese. Wonder if I should publish […]
Only a few left. I’ve run out of the inside paper (for the text itself) so I’m not sure if I will make anymore… (I started these two weeks ago.)
Today, Andrea Nann and I had a phone meeting about The Whole Shebang 2012. She asked if I were writing a new piece for Shebang, something to do with couplets […]
send your mailing address to inbox AT helenyung DOT com and i will send you a gift (li’l booklet of my writing) so u can celebrate with me :) that […]
“I can heardly bear what fills me now,” she wrote in her journal. “Work!” –Gwendolyn MacEwan, as quoted by Rosemary Sullivan in the biography, Shadowmaker. This may seem sacrilege to […]