Currently: I am re-examining my relationship to my body–that forgotten instrument, a vehicle of my consciousness, an extension of self, my best friend and foe.
FUX WIT IT
your eyes, I fux wit it
as it traces the chimera creases of my lips
revealing everything and nothing
in a breathless sigh.
your dreams, I fux wit it
as it neatly encases me in glass
displays of enlightened beauty
against the shadowy contours
of science and fantasy.
your murmurs, I fux wit it
as it catalogs my body
into a gallery of cautionary tales
muted screams classified into
fits of hysteria and emotion.
your poetry, I fux wit it
as it flows between my fingers
onto the concrete of greatmen
its form fragmenting under the weight of my
Newest Feature Film
9/28/2019 Update: My film was accepted to be featured at the annual Viet Film Fest 2019 at AMC 30 in Orange, California! Come screen the film with me October 11, 2019. Email me for details (email@example.com) or check out the festival information here. >
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- Conversation Starters and Questions for Vietnamese American Diaspora (Bilingual)
- Family Notes
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Dear friends, I am sharing with you meaningful news of my project “Mẹ [Mom], Translated,” because you have helped to contribute to its fruition in some way shape or form–from teaching me about Vietnamese history, language, and Asian American identity to empowering my artistic voice to write, express, and share my work. “Mẹ [Mom], Translated” […]
Gia đình phải hy sinh cho nhau. Mẹ đã trải qua nhiều khó khăn. Con phải chịu khó thì sẽ thành công. My mother’s words play back like a scratchy recording. Quiet, muffled, persistent. Đừng làm cho mẹ thất vọng.