making glutinous rice with mother by Grace Lee
In my mind, i am twelve years old, besides my beautiful, giggling mother, molding glutinous rice...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jul 5, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
In my mind, i am twelve years old, besides my beautiful, giggling mother, molding glutinous rice...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jun 17, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The path to you is rugged and long, not easy, with few visitors along. By your...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 24, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...
Read MoreIt’s all the same, and yet, somehow, nothing’s the same. On a balmy September evening, Janet cowers in the shadows cast by a parked BMW in Thornhill Crescent. Her white Nikes scrunch the orange and brown leaves...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 11, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry
“I have been here before, but I do not remember why.” The river stretches before me,...
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