Ya-Wen Ho

Hyperventilating on the threshold of it-hood Hyperventilating on the threshold of it-hood, almost toppling /over/whelming odds crash down, a palace of /card/inal robins flash through her thoughts, pinpricks of red/nosed reindeer prance in shop /(W)indows/8 looms on the tech horizon, full of prom-/(Mrs.)/ Higgin’s Cookies comfort only the way sugar /can/nonballs of logic demolish your… Continue reading Ya-Wen Ho