Category: Hand Picked

  i don’t know you, friend can we be friends? are we alone, now, after all this time, and...

We often remember the Titanic’s heroes and victims, but forget the ship that answered its call....

In my mind, i am twelve years old, besides my beautiful, giggling mother, molding glutinous rice...

    The path to you is rugged and long, not easy, with few visitors along. By your...

    Today, the pages and the books are speaking, and the words they dance! each letter...

  “I have been here before, but I do not remember why.”  The river stretches before me,...

  The crisp water rides its way up the smooth sand and then retreats, leaving a unique foam I...

  ventnor city, new jersey    in the long stripe of setting sun,  at the hour...

    It starts- My footsteps  enter the rose-garden, it withers with every step...

  A mirage along scorching deserts is an illusion that makes the faint heart flutter.  ...