Brb, God.
Throwback Thursday: A bi-weekly roulette of unpublished gems I dug out of my archive
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After reflecting on last year’s posts, I realized that I’m starting to lean towards longer essays and memoiresque think pieces, which take time to create from my end, and time to read and digest from yours. But I also still enjoy sharing short-form content, like poetry and short stories, the type of content that lured some of you in.
Earlier this week, as I was working on my poetry chapbook, I realized that I’m in no shortage of content, I simply don’t know how to package it. So, to consolidate our mutual desires, I created Throwback Thursdays: A bi-weekly roulette of unpublished gems I dug out of my archive.
It could be poetry from last week, but it could also be a random essay collecting dust for over a decade. I will provide a bit of context with every unearthed piece; you’ll get to understand my writing lore better, and I’ll get to connect its scattered dots in my scattered brain.
I’m on a mission to make sense of my writing journey—its chronology, styles, and themes—and you’re invited on board.
My longer pieces will be shared on Saturday mornings, once or twice a month. I decided that they’re best enjoyed over a good cup of coffee, and optionally, a mean piece of pastry.
About this week’s piece
This week's piece is a cheeky, dark, and bitter poem about humanity, God, and existentialism. It’s a prime example of how I use dark humor to create a buffer zone between myself and the things that hurt me. Call it literary dissociation. I excavated this from my Notes app while looking for pieces for my chapbook. I wrote it last February but didn’t share it out of fear of backlash. Although looking at it now, I realize how preoccupied I was with not hurting people’s feelings, instead of focusing on sharing my truth.