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Hi I just stumbled across your blog and I'm just passing through but I wanted to say that you are genuinely the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life I'm very gay. Hope that's not weird or anything haha ok bye 💗❤️🌻🌼✌️

Gosh this is honestly the best thing I’ve heard in a while. I haven’t left the house much and have been holing myself up and just working super hard! Thank you so much for the kind words and honestly you are such a light! Don’t stop 😭❤️

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Big news! And lengthy update incoming! If the name you’re seeing on your dash isn’t familiar, that’s because I’m rebranding my old blog (nhithepoet) and transferring it to Remedy This Memory. I’ve been working on all of my poetry and books little by little so don’t you fret. I just felt that it was time for a big change in my focus.

As a writer, poet, artist, I’m sure many of you can relate to the feeling of being isolated or alone in your journey. Everyone’s always talking about what they’re working on, just shouting into a void and hearing back echoes just so they won’t go crazy with their own thoughts. Don’t get me wrong, I feel crazy blessed to have had all 17k of you here with me (that’s insane!) and I know Remedy This Memory will bring with it some new content that’s not strictly just my writing and photography anymore, but I hope that you will stick around for it. I would really love to be able to grow this community even further!

Part of the reason for me wanting to launch an online publication of short form fiction and visual media was because I felt and saw and heard that so many of you were so talented. There are so many people putting their heart and soul into their content and uploading it into the vast space of the internet and because many of them don’t have enough followers or enough of a platform, their voice gets lost over the white noise of other content on social media.

I’m really hoping that Remedy This Memory will change all of that. I hope to launch the site within the next few months so please stay tuned for more updates. We’re drafting up a 3 pronged approach to building a community of likeminded creators. On the first, we are focusing on frequent releases on the site and backlogging with as much content as possible. We really would love the site to be a constant source of inspiration. On the second front, we are focusing on community building and creating open dialogue through exclusive interviews with creatives just like you, advice columns, and other exciting content. On the last front, we eventually see ourselves taking on sort of an agency role, mediating between our contracted creatives and brands in order to get collaborations going that really work in favor of all parties, but mostly the creators because I’m a creator at heart and Remedy This Memory is a resource before it is a business.

I am so stoked for this journey and I really do hope you all will be here for the ride! If you have ideas for submissions, please shoot me a message! I’d love to chat with future RTM content creators ☺️✨

Thank you all for your continued support and patience! I feel so incredibly loved on this platform and I’m so happy for the voice that I do have here.

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Long heartfelt post about my career thus far incoming: . . I did my very first reading and signing event yesterday at @bookmansnw and it was such a learning experience! When I started taking my writing career more seriously about two years ago, I never thought that I would sell one book, let alone over hundreds at this point. Of course, it was nice to set the goal of becoming a best selling author, but that’s not why I do what I do. I do it for friends, family, strangers who feel like family, and for everyone whose lives I’ve passed through whether it be in person or on the Internet. I did all this for YOU. So you won’t feel alone, so you won’t feel crazy, and if you do, you’ll know that you’re not the only one that’s crazy and confused and lost. This has always been about more than a book. More than sales. This is about making a real connection to what it means to be human, to be alive and I am SO grateful and humbled that so many of you have allowed my voice into your homes, given me a place in your heart, and in return, you have given me a taste of every single one of your souls. And I must say, all of our collective experiences are absolutely delightful, messy, and wild. But that’s what we’re here for. And while we’re here, we’re going to do it all together. Thank you. Thank YOU. THANK YOU. . . Special thank you to my family in Arizona. My babies 😭 you have all touched my heart in ways you can’t even begin to imagine. I am forever blessed to call you guys friends. Thank you for being my first audience, it was an experience I’ll never forget ❤️ (at Tucson, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/BttwWp0lM3R/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10xuwkdglztyj

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A bit of an update...

Are any of my lovely followers from Tucson, AZ? If you are, I’d love if you could come through to a reading I’ll be participating in at a local bookstore called Bookman’s on February 9th! 

This seems like a small thing, but I’m really quite excited about it and I’m still working on two full length novels. One is a coming of age novel about an Asian American boy suffering from death anxiety. The other novel is a dark humor work of fiction about a sociopath who ruins every life that he comes into contact with. 

I’m also trying to complete a few short stories to submit to various fellowships, grants, contests in the spring!

I hope you’ve all been well and please feel free to slip me a message and catch up with me, offer me ideas, and just chat! If you’d like more info on the reading, please shoot me a message as well!

Love,

Nhi

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#5

I actually ended up using this prompt to write a short story entitled “To Find Courage In A Drink.” So now it’s here for any of you who would like to have a go at it! Tag me in your renditions!

You’re called over to his house in the middle of the night, ready to hurt yourself again even though you don’t acknowledge or realize it. 

You two end up just watching Leon The Professional in silence. 

There’s something beautiful in just how lonely you two are, even as you’re right beside each other.

You’re so lonely, that even the idea of you joining bodies is not enough to distract you from the reality of the state of your emotions. 

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Came across your blog. 2 posts down and I'm in love. The talent and beauty you hold is astounding. I look forward to more of your words and ideas. I love reading physical books but your blog may be the cause I move to reading things electronically more often.

You are so incredibly kind that I’m not quite sure what words I could use to express my gratitude and humility to you! I’m just grateful to be living in a time where I can share my work across multiple mediums and platforms. If you’re interested in physical books, you can find my published work at my website! nhithepoet.com ❤️

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you’re so pretty!

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet :)

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My new book, “Bottleneck Dreams” is now available for pre-order at most major retailers! This is my debut poetry collection and I’m so excited to have this one on everyone’s summer reading list! It’s a little bit of boy meets girl, a little love story, a touch of heartbreak, and a whole lot of introspection. All the pieces will take you back to a certain place and time in your life. ❤️ Snag your copy now! https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/bottleneck-dreams-nhi-the-poet/1128496480?ean=9780692072486

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Why did u start poetry or inspirational writing

I’ve written poetry for as long as I can remember. It’s always been an outlet and a way to tell a story for me. I didn’t really start taking myself seriously until college when I took poetry workshopping classes. Inspirational writing doesn’t really start from a place of wanting it to be inspirational. Everything I write, is an attempt to make sense or find clarity about certain aspects of life and I’m really glad that so many people have found my writing inspirational. 

I guess the “why” for me is a method to navigate through my own experiences and feelings and to hopefully reach out to others who have felt the same things and let them know that they aren’t alone in what they feel. 

It’s always been about creating a sense of connectivity and community for me; that’s my “why.”  

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There are days where you’ll want to give up. There are days where you won’t be able to find a reason to keep going, but keep reminding yourself that it’s okay to be in a dark place as long as you know that the sun eventually comes back around. Things won’t always be easy, but it’s up to us to make the most of whatever we have today, tomorrow, or next month. The things we think we need might not present themselves to us plainly, but maybe we aren’t looking hard enough in the places that we’ve taken for granted. Keep pushing, keep fighting back. This world may not be yours yet, but you have everything you need to make it your own.

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hi, i so love your blog so muuuch!!

Hi! Thank you so much! You’re an absolute angel for being here and appreciating my work

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#5 - Excerpt 3

This is the last bit from the fifth prompt in my own list of self-guided writing prompts. I’m not sure if I’ll be participating during all of NaNoWriMo this year. If I do, it’ll be my first time taking part in this fun month of writing. I probably should be writing for #JHAD but something in me feels that it’s not the time to write his story yet. I might just do a bunch of short stories this month to start fleshing out work for my collection of short stories. Anyways, enjoy!

It’s now more than halfway through the film and he hasn’t done more than hug you close. You’ve forgotten the threat of him possibly sleeping with you tonight and instead, are deeply invested in the lives of the characters on screen. The little girl develops a strange relationship with the hitman; mistaking fatherly affection for romantic feelings. On the other hand, the man is unmoved by her affections, only beginning to realize within himself the capability to feel and to love. It’s so dark in the room and you can only make out the outlines of Joni’s legs outstretched beside you, half hidden under the covers. He’s been quiet this whole time. The silence is almost comforting to you and you slump lower down the wall and nuzzle his shoulder. In the distance, you hear sirens making their way through the restless city. Downstairs, a neighbor’s dog is barking at the multitude of cacophonous sounds outside the apartment building. Despite the hundreds of sounds flooding the room, the air falls silent between the two of you. There is a padding of mutual rest and company on the full bed where both of you lie. In this restless city, hundreds more people are watching a horror film with their partner of the night, waiting for their moment to strike and yet here you two are. Not a single tensed muscle occupies either of your bodies. You lay in the dark knowing that he’s just like you. Despite growing up and making his name here, he knows just as few people as you do. Despite the fact that you’ve been in this city for barely more than a few months, you know all of the people that you need to know already. It’s so lonely here and you realize that everyone gets busier and busier without having anything to show for it. The people here are too busy filling their time with things and places so that they won’t have to face the realization that no one is actually here. Heads and bodies float about this city, but their hearts are at home, elsewhere.

Right now, there is no home other than the last place that made you feel grateful to be alive. There is no home apart from the place that made you forget that life must move on. This isn’t home, but you’re doing the best you can. So is he. You fall asleep with homesickness in your chest and a fire in your belly, hoping that if you keep pushing through the density of this city, you’ll find a place to call home. You refuse to stay in a fabricated space. In the morning, you kiss him on the head and gather your belongings from last night. That will be the last night where you fall asleep alone. Tonight, you’re going home.

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I’d wait forever if you’d let me.

From this life, into the next, I’d let my petals fall until I were nothing but empty branches for you. Would that be enough? 

Would I be enough?

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#5 - Excerpt 2

Another short excerpt from my #wip #ToFindCourageInADrink

He thinks he’s being cute. He is. 

You roll your eyes as theatrically as you can manage while hoisting yourself back up on the edge of the bed. His hair is disheveled and falls in ringlets over his right eye. You reach to push it back, but he breaks your concentration with a kiss. Kissing him back in the most convincing way possible, you resist the feeling that your heart is elsewhere. You shove thoughts of the possibility that you left your heart in that tiny college town back down your throat as his tongue grazes your teeth. If you have no heart, how could you feel the blood coursing through your veins in this very moment? Yes, you must have a heart still. You shut your eyes tighter, focusing on the pressure of lid against lid, hoping it’ll be enough to shut your dark thoughts within. Right now, the only thing that matters is that you’re not alone in this crowded city.   

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Losing myself in all your branches🌿🍃

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I really want to release a new excerpt from #JHAD or even make progress on it, but I got sick and so now I’m just trying to get through the day. Anybody else hate being sick? I honestly can’t get more than a few hours of deep sleep when I’m sick and it takes such a toll on my body.

I just want to sit in front of the computer without getting nauseous. Wish me luck my friends.

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#5 - Excerpt 1

This excerpt is from the middle portion of an untitled short story I’m working on for a collection of stories I hope to release next year. I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you’d like more!

I didn’t forget you joan-knee. Sent.

J: LOL. Maybe I should change my name. That’s way more exotic.

You should. It’d give you an edge in the industry.

J: You’re funny. Friends are coming over tonight for my roommate’s birthday.

Oh, tell him I say happy birthday.

J: I meant you should come, silly.

You should have said so. I’ll be there.

And so you were. You were there every night since meeting three nights ago. You even spent some of Friday during the day with him. He took you and your friends to brunch and as he entertained them with witty banter, you sat vacantly. After the others left, he looked at you intently and asked you to come over that night after going out. You agreed. He wasn’t particularly interesting, but his company was harmless. At this point, harmless company seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered. As much as you liked your friend and her new friends, they were all so absorbed with themselves and with social media that it felt like you were in the presence of holograms more so than actual people. They were placeholders for real company. At least Joni was there, albeit in silence as neither of you had much in common to talk about. You also attributed the lack of common interests to the significant age gap. He had nearly ten years on you and even though his personality proved otherwise, when you really focused on his face, you could see that the years truly did show. You wonder how he could still be in the city at his age. It always felt like the city was a place for people to come and hustle. You felt that once people reached where they were headed, they’d move out of the city to let their success flourish and meanwhile, replenish all the parts of themself they’d lost in the process. But he was still here. He was still hustling. You respected it no doubt, but part of you doubted his skillset. Perhaps, if he were meant to be in the industry, he’d be out of the city by now. You hated admitting it because he seemed to be an alright guy, but he was a one hit wonder.

A one hit wonder that sat for hours, chewing the three verses he’d had in his head for weeks, grinding what few bits of inspiration he had left at his age in order to stay relevant. The lovely part of it was that by the time you came to him, he was sufficiently drained of any energy. It didn’t make him lazy or lifeless (pun fully intended), but rather, an incredible source of company. He’d listen to your hopes and dreams. You knew they didn’t matter, not compared to the overwhelming fears that battered you day and night, but with him you felt compelled to put on a front. In fact, everyone in this city made you feel like putting on a front. A sense of false optimism, but you knew deep down it was a hoax. It was like everyone was throwing empty bouts of positivity at one another hoping that at some point they themselves could absorb a fragment of it to use towards whatever goal had brought them here to begin with. But you’re frightened because in the back of your heart you have the feeling that no one ever absorbs the positivity. They’re all black holes here, but some of them have managed to keep the vacuum within themselves. Joni was one of them. Maybe not on purpose. Maybe he just hasn’t realized the blackness is even there yet.

You with your cynical wariness towards the gimmick of adulthood knew it wouldn’t be easy, but that didn’t mean you wanted to shut yourself down before you could even try. So for now, Joni and your friends were all sounding boards for aspirations that you hoped would be more than empty positivity. You were never the daydreaming type. You’d much rather go out and get something that you wanted.