Cheers to sweet Salzburg (Pt. I)

Cheers to the wild, wild thunderstorms. Thunderstorms which emit affecting noises and fierce winds and loud, loud rains.

Cheers to the hot, hot sun. Sun that beats down with a heavy hand and presses deep into the body, as if juicing you like a fresh orange.

Cheers to shade, to night, to lights, and occasional pitter-patter.


Inpired by Sharon Creech

You know,
there is
a universe
inside of you?

the thought
that really counts.
Because it’s only when
a thought,
that it is at

This is fun.
So many details
and their destructions.
Like it could been:
So many
Or even:
of what could have been

He is a good boy
for saying
Thank You
and for loving his dog
so much


Iris [to Gillian the flute playing friend]: “Gillian at this rate my diaphragm will be strong enough for vibrato”



Kim: “Iris, you’re really wired today!”

Iris: “Oh it’s because I’m sick and my voice is really weird, and I kinda like it, so now I can’t stop talking.”

Is this how it feels to be a singer?


A Calligraphical Letter

Dear Stranger,

Isn’t it a beautiful thing to sometimes be, for a moment, changed, broke, absolutely not you? To look at your own body and feel that at any moment, you might shatter, your heart might beat itself out of your chest, or, your flesh will turn to liquid, and all that will be left is that heavy, gaping feeling of fear in your throat. But it’s beautiful to feel so different, to be free of the awareness of “what’s to do” that comes with having been yourself for so long. And the whole world changes when you are so changed; the depth of dusk becomes a lighter, more fleeting blue from outside the window, as though it’s telling you to no longer be afraid of the dark.

But as you know, everything eventually comes to and end, and the magic fades to a sore neck, old age, and whatever else.

Oh, but you should see the ink fades as it’s washed away by the water! Or how, in the instant a dried crumb hits the water, it blossoms into a perfect poised half-sphere. Somehow they litter the surface of the sink, each drop with the same intent as the animated credits of a movie. Such effortless perfection.

Well, I suppose if this letter was born from such a passing place, I might as well let it go.


A message to a friend:

Dear Kim,

I thought I’d just leave you a happy message before you left for Ghana because I’ll be in Taiwan in a couple of days so I don’t get to see you. So. I’d just like to wish you all the best for your little adventure… don’t get Ebola, please, please, please (If you bring it back it’ll probably freeze to death here in the Vancouver summer but let’s not take chances now). You will have an incredible time, I’m very sure. You’re sunshine-ness and open heart and endless energy will undoubtedly make your experience as good as it can get. When times get rocky, because when you’re on the other side of the world it sometimes can, just remember that I ❤ you very much and I am also eternally jealous and wish I were you. The people you meet will teach you so much and give you so much love, and the best you can do for them is probably just to love then back and keep their smiles and stories in your heart. They might make you cry, you might make them cry, but Africa is a beautiful home and it’ll hold you in it’s warm, loving arms until you smile again. I’ll miss you and I can’t wait to see the pictures. (I’ll try not to cry in envy and nostalgia when I see them).

Take care, ma rafiki. ❤