you were six feet from me but so far awayI needed a safe bed so badly I needed you to tell me you loved methat it was gonna be okay I needed someone to tell metell me I'm safe it's going to be okayI'm here for you I always will be you were six feet from me but so far awayI knocked on your door I called your name I knocked on your doorI called your nameI knocked on your doorI knocked on your doo...

My travel to Vietnam in 2016. Going back to the country I was born. 

Footage of the orphanage in Vietnam where my parents came to meet me all the way from France.

Cry mercy of a wretched thing Time-tailored, sewed beneath my skin Plead fallacy: that old defence Wanting, needing ignoranceRenewed and reborn Youthful squander is a blessing Wasted on the young but still It bares no thought, no second guessing Put me back there now I've learned my lessonI'll shine like no other. I'll not look or hear again That evil trauma I had craved Replace my spoiled pal...

Can you think of a trickier place to put down roots than between spinning metal and children running?This old playground was a ways behind my high school, where teenagers would go look for adventures and blow smoke into each other’s faces.We’d always spin on the rusty wheel and joke about how much like the beginning of a horror movie it looked like. Project: Nature Resurgent 

I know I still have passion But where the fuck is it?Been searching for so longI just ended up getting angryScreaming internal words at phone screensAnd who gives a shit if I forget imageryBecause it doesn’t matter where I wasBut who I was in the momentThat used to inspire mePulling past trauma till I was on my knees Begging for my brain to stop repeating the imagesI can’t describe because I’m...

This is a series of illustrative bookart I created to pair with a recent piece of prose I wrote during my time in isolation. “Sinking beneath the surface of the nightThe sky and the ocean meld and split apart again,Indecisive lovers,Soft skin stretches across jutting bones,You pull your fingers through your hair and stretch upward, The long arching shape of your back,Casts shadows onto the bedr...

How long will I remember you?For as long as I open the cupboard beside the one with the cups, because that’s where they were first.For as long as I start to give people my old home phone number, because that’s what it was first. For as long as I punch in the old code to my voicemail, because that’s what it was first. For as long as people ask the question,“Who did you love first?”Because you we...

Don’t mind meBut this is just another nightOne from which i wish I could be free—because i can only think of your sightAnd which one you may wonderWhich of all the still and moving framesCould be flying through my mind’s yonderAnd make me wanna stop playing gamesPerhaps i’ll describe someForgive me for beginning hereBut i see you on a mattress on the floorNaked, and oh my deerThere’s little of ...

This first photograph has been taken of me, my sister and my two younger cousins. The memory behind is for the grandparents who gave birth to our fathers that are brothers celebrate their birthday every year by taking us to a hotel and Spa for Sunday dinner, this has happened for about 20 years with me being the first grandchild to ever go. Sometimes we are late for grandpa's birthday in Novemb...

They grieve, we cry, you sleep and fightWhen your soul decides to wander and seek refuge from the reaper, you pantPlease, do not leave us on this snowy April night I demand you to fear that white lightAnd battle this heart attack while they chantThey grieve, we cry, you sleep and fight  Please don’t go carefully into its sight I find the time to pray and rant Please, do not leave us on this s...