Through the lenses of my tears
I could see the world further clear...
Poetry
If you were a river, I’d like to immerse in your...
Red train rested at Rotterdam station
Over the border to meet a friend...
I wish I had more answers,
but first, I would need the...
My mother's shadow haunts the hallway wall
Draping over pictures where our relatives stand...
Worshiper and idol become one in the end.
At last...
I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...
Water flowing, splashing on the floor
Laughter, giggles coming from a bathtub...
All the anodyne
in the world can't palliate the...
The trick is to learn
how to be seemingly bad...
It is not your word
that I hear, it is you that...
We shall always bleed
out of these wounds, for living...