Du Fu Thatched Cottage by Ma Yongbo
You can light a lamp in the cottage, sweep the floor, brew tea, waiting...
Read Moreby admin | Oct 6, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
You can light a lamp in the cottage, sweep the floor, brew tea, waiting...
Read Moreby admin | Oct 6, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
1. Morning. Stillness. Silence. Silence – and then footsteps. There’s a...
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What have I seen of life, and what have I lost? To most, I’m a tattered soul walking...
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It was a calm night in Ramadan: the sky was crystal clear, and a mild breeze was ruffling his...
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i don’t know you, friend can we be friends? are we alone, now, after all this time, and...
Read Moreby admin | Jul 21, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
We often remember the Titanic’s heroes and victims, but forget the ship that answered its call....
Read Moreby admin | Jul 5, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
In my mind, i am twelve years old, besides my beautiful, giggling mother, molding glutinous rice...
Read Moreby admin | Jun 17, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
The path to you is rugged and long, not easy, with few visitors along. By your...
Read Moreby admin | May 24, 2025 | Hand Picked, Poetry | 0
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...
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