Even before the world changed, you couldn’t see her with ease.
A love letter to the city that made me
The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.
A Filipina nurse’s family life during the pandemic in New York City
A manifesto for the post-pandemic reemergence of ‘Old New York’
Let it be known this country has a memory / Let it be known the news called this / “Unrest in America” / as if for four hundred years / America’s been resting just fine