So Many Straws The modern man and woman and all the in-betweens gravitate around a detaching virtual universe. Despite all its predicated vitues... Distant lonely birthdays weigh heavy on the soul. WhatsApp

The green spring haze is ready to birth all living things as soon as the word sounds. I am the word. Just yesterday I was laughing with happiness, flying up on a swing over a spring pond. I am spring.

You see we who sit in the shadows, we do good too you know. We try, yes we try to be decent folks, to make you feel comfortable when you see us, to make you forget that when the moon shines on you and

I look into the sky, changeable and immutable, like the Spirit himself. Eternal castles shine high in the air over my soul’s frozen pond where clouds were shivering in summer, and on Christmas townspeople

The last sun rays are piercing thick cold air, making fallen leaves flame in the sunset blaze. The sky’s azure edge shines through the clouds and mirrors in the glittering, tangibly flat river glass. Blue

All shades of blue stretched over my head, from azure to ultramarine. A silver-blue hoarfrost covered faded meadows. Roadside trees are tinted blue, and the running train’s trembling shadow gleams blue

A feeling of incredible happiness, peace, joy, serenity, confidence. By the end of the evening the sun peeped out from behind the fog, illuminating by its dim, warm light the palace’s pale yellow limestone,

Blue smoldering clouds touch mountains in the silver sky, blue bellflowers sway to the beat of the wind, red-tiled roofs drip after the rain. My living presence here and now, a memory of life connecting

Dear Diary, Today I had a hangover. Yesterday started at 6:00 a.m. get up, go to school, four hours of teaching, well two hours cuz the first class we watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" because

The fields are sown, and green sprouts stretch towards sunlight. Crosses mark trees to be cut down this year. A gentle-gray overtone of warmth pervades the sky. A few more twilight chords, and the May

On the snowy horizon, a sunlight stripe is glowing, contrasting sharply with the black edge of the forest and dark thick clouds in the sky. Unstable, like an early waking, it now appears, then disappears,

He said: Those buildings hinder me from living. With their sharp spires, with their high roofs they block the horizon. They hinder me, said he. And the buildings have collapsed, every single one; they

The spring is in the air, still imperceptible, like a subtle smile, like a fresh young voice barely audible above the buzz of the crowd. We don’t know what we’re asking for, but the Spirit himself pleads

I’m staring into the new day, boundless, impenetrable, unpredictable, like the clouds of fog crawling across ground, snatching out and hiding again the most diverse landscapes. All therein is still hidden

In the past I liked heavy snowfalls, but now I yearn for the sun. Even noonday heat wouldn’t feel unpleasant to me. How amazing it is, that there’s pleasure hiding behind the negation in the word “unpleasant”.

White sun is bathing in the haze of the frosty morning. My freedom is as far away as the sun, unattainable and inviting—a diamond with thousands of sparkling facets, shining with rays of opportunities,

This is where I get my exercise It's really special at night when it's raining The rain sucks in Taiwan But up in that mountain there is a special atmosphere when you are hiking in the rain at night Silence

That was how it happened. Nobody would believe a three-year-old kid. I didn't even know enough to tell anybody. It just happened there she was. I remember my babysitter a couple weeks earlier saying that

"Fuckin' A!" I mutter a little louder than I should as I step out of Songshan Church. I look around quickly, worried that one of the parishioners has heard this vile utterance pass from my lips.

i’d put a shitload of bets down on this one game. downing vodka gimlets at a tenderloin bar with russ. placing the bets on the phone. i forgot what they all were. remembered putting a big sum to win at