Poetry

Here is a little Alice in Wonderland place for snippets that I have written.

I thought a good intro to themes that I explored was the following little article which I named <MRC Fractured>. I hope you enjoy it.

The day I started writing this I woke up in a dream where I made a pot out of a mandarin. I folded it up with parsley and hid it in a beautiful pot, as a secret lid. I was barefoot, walking towards a train station, only having my red bright long socks with me as it is the Year of Rabbit; as I was born exactly 2 zodiac rounds before now. I found that is normal. This is how I have been living, for so long.

Over the years I realised that my life lies on mandarins as a metaphor. I peel. The skin, bright orange; the white cellulose layer; the fractured yet connected peels, each petal of an orange blossom. I was born in China and lived here for 18 years until starting my adventure in the UK. By myself, first time on a new continent. I was taking literature and poetry lessons, writing stories of my own until I decided to study science. I was confused about my sexual identity and started self-censorship. I am mixed and blended, like a coconut soup. Where everything seems to blend up, and that beautiful oily milky taste can absorb and milden every flavour (especially when you want to make Thai but don’t know what to do, would highly recommend that).

But through time they fractured. Hydrophobic comes up, and hydrophilic sinks down. Like my mandarin in parsley. same topology of different metaphors. Do I enjoy Asian fusion cuisine? smh depends on where what and how. And you? I hereby present it to you.

p.s I am also publishing a poem collection in Mandarin and English called < The Unspoken> - hopefully I can update you on this soon