Category: Hand Picked

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....

  And I am so devoted to you, sun that every evening, when the sky goddess takes you to her...

The wind is tired; let it rest the repertoire of morning birds on the eucalyptus branches Let the...

I want you in every season of me, at each height, at every breaking. You are my quiet, the one who...

Sitting in the back, I see sunlight shining on the scratches of old desks. And the clock above...