red string

red string By Rita H. Chen They said a red string brought us together, tied to our pinkies, connected but unobtrusive Binding just enough so that we knew it was fate And destiny seemed to guide us Through balmy yellows of deepening friendship, through blushing pinks of budding romance, till passions ran burgundy, rich and … More red string

Youth!

Youth! By Rita H. Chen “Aren’t your bangs bothering you?” as you sit down, a rhetorical question with only one answer that you purposely get incorrect “Youth!” as she sets toast and eggs down, food you want to spitefully reject if not for morning hunger pains “Don’t eat so fast. You’ll get indigestion,” as you … More Youth!

For my muse

For my muse By Rita H. Chen “What’s this?” she asked, staring at the little round kernel he had placed in the palm of her hand. “Take it.  It’s for you.” “But what is it?” “It’s called a seed.  You’re supposed to bury it in the ground.  As time passes, it should grow into a … More For my muse

Come As You Are

Come As You Are By Rita H. Chen “Wanderer, come home.” “I can’t.” “You can.  You’re not too far.” “I am.  You have no idea what I’ve done.” “I know what you’ve done and I forgive you for all of it.” “But here’s the thing.  I’m sorry for what I’ve done, truly sorry.  I’m just … More Come As You Are