Lost

夜明风静霜万里,蝉鸣绕月声迢递。 年岁二三行,他乡成故乡。 琴书搁寂久,堪复吟秋否。 驻旅忆清愁,绵绵未可休。 This is a poem – in ancient Chinese style – I wrote on the night of the…

One Heart

One heart beats, To the clicking of the clock, To the clicking of, The trigger before the silence falls, Like drops of ice-col…

Storms

What lies, In a woman, A wo-man, Is she part man? Is she, The rib for Adam, only molded for, A function; Why is it that, Th…

The Coffee Shop

By Angie Shen It looks so cold outside! Freshly brewed coffee stirs the air warm Fabric couches, wooden desks Women’s artisan e…