Category: Poetry

    You can light a lamp in the cottage, sweep the floor, brew tea,   waiting...

    1. Morning. Stillness. Silence. Silence – and then footsteps. There’s a...

  What have I seen of life, and what have I lost? To most, I’m a tattered soul  walking...

  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...