Incoherent notes
Some essays, some collections, some random stuff.
- Spotify will mix you a broken heart playlistThe playlist includes Fiona Apple, When the Pawn (do you remember when I spiraled, went to bed the...
- An editor of color, at this pointa shadow In the middle of the pandemic, as a social justice movement swelled outside my window, I wrote an ess...
- CharcuterieI'm trying to remind myself to write more, that once upon a time I liked writing a lot. I rarely get to write more than memos or e...
- stillWhen I'm hurt // My heart broken // I look for you // It's those moments I wear your shirt // Pull out your pillow // Look at our ph...
- BackwardAt some point, I should have realized I cared way more than could ever be reciprocated. Perhaps it was just before the weeds grew in ...
- ReverieSome days, I wake up and forget you're gone. Some days, it is all I can remember. There is gratitude that some try, though mostly fail...
- Who are you?I once had a good answer for the idea of who I am and what I want to be. A journalist. A writer. A mother. A wife. A true friend....
- ReadmeThis is a site of essays and writing from P. Kim Bui. She's a journalist by day, but a writer by heart. She writes about journalism, the...
- the empty yawnAs the small dog sighs I'm reminded your breath is gone And with it Some part of mine. / The heart-shaped hole Cannot be fil...
- Alone-Before- was time to oneself Space Room To grow and think But also loneliness in a crowd When I felt no one saw the terror t...
- i found a spot of shade on the hike to write thisWhen the wind hits my back I pretend it's you saying hello And I hug you back I'm trying to...
- Dear bucketIt's your birthday today. iphone screenshot I woke up early, as I have often these days, and whispered happy birthday to you. On...
- HomophonesMorning, mourning. I did not hear how you reflected the rising sun until I was there and saw. Morning, mourning because we have a...
- insteadI meant to hike For the first time in awhile But took the wrong trail. It was beautiful anyway I wanted to cry because you were gon...
- Letters: Dear friendDear friend, Thank you for the text/call/email/letter/message. It's ok that you do not know what to say. I don't either. G...
- Today, IToday i Was so tired that i laid down And then wanted your arms so much i cried Then i got up and built a shelf Today i Tried to wat...
- CookerySome random cooking tips and such that need to be closed as tabs Perpetual buttermilk The recipe for 1 cup of buttermilk: 1/4 c. comme...
- Zettelkasten-ishThe workflow for the moment: Braindump notes (IRL: Notebook; Laptop: Obsidian) —> Processed thoughts: TiddlyWiki —> Published c...
- An editor of colora weaving with fists of color raised A day in our shoes You put on two faces, two personalities each morning. And everythin...