I write this post as I sit here finishing my green tea, goji berry and honey tea. In this world,…
I wrote this back in 2005. Sometimes you need to speak what your heart feels, even though it isn’t pleasant.
What am I addicted to? It’s a healthy addiction.
How can nature be so gorgeous, bursting with colors and dynamic shapes? So gorgeous!! I must share.
Can humans listen to the cries from the Earth?
My ode to nature’s sunshine in a cup.
All humans are flawed. How does it feel to express that about yourself?
When you feel things that others can’t, you see things others don’t see, how do you express all of this in words?
What happens when a rejected poem speaks? What does it say? How does it feel?
I am posting a love letter to Shanghai that I wrote early last year.