The Story of a Tree

We saw as expected blossom heads with gaping mouths receive many diligent bees into themselves in...

We grew as we gazed into each other's eyes, love was a warm snow we stripped for the sun and...

I look younger than I am. When people do not know me yet I can feel how lightly they hold me. Then...

I wind up my father’s old wristwatch. For almost three decades it has been here in the drawer...

Sit under the moonlight Listen to the rhythm of its heartbeat Synchronize yours One beat at a time...

Think bullying will break me to the point of no return, but I drive into the express lane. I begin...

  Darkened smudges of eraser beneath worn pencil  once, twice,  –three drafts ...

    My 妈妈 (māma) worries my slow bulging way of swallowing begun by guiltily having...

    Her eyes spoke of mid-November nights Gloomed by cold, and hiding secrets of pain....