Category: Poetry

  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,...