We meet in a Chinese teahouse on a hot summer’s day.The fragrance of the Longjing tea lingers in the air.Twenty years after graduation we’ve both changed a lot,wrinkles on the face, salt and pepper hair on the head.But the passion and dream from our youths can still be heard.I congratulate her on her marriage and second child.She asks me how my life is. It’s fine, I reply, not … [Read more...] about Tea With My Best School Friend, By: Hongwei Bao
It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear, By: William Wordsworth
It was an April morning: fresh and clearThe Rivulet, delighting in its strength,Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voiceOf waters which the winter had suppliedWas softened down into a vernal tone.The spirit of enjoyment and desire,And hopes and wishes, from all living thingsWent circling, like a multitude of sounds.The budding groves seemed eager to urge onThe steps of … [Read more...] about It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear, By: William Wordsworth
Half A Man, By: Nathan Mallon
A grey vapour seeps in and out of every cornerA vapid half-death without a single mournerHalf a man with half a mind stands half-formed at the doorHalf a man with half a story barks at the floor He curses the nurses A naive pretence of a familiar sparkEyes flash for a dead second and then go darkHalf a stranger with half a mind to leave pretty soonSmiles half a smile for … [Read more...] about Half A Man, By: Nathan Mallon
It Is Not To Be Thought Of, By: William Wordsworth
It is not to be thought of that the FloodOf British freedom, which, to the open seaOf the world's praise, from dark antiquityHath flowed, "with pomp of waters, unwithstood,"Roused though it be full often to a moodWhich spurns the check of salutary bands,That this most famous Stream in bogs and sandsShould perish; and to evil and to goodBe lost for ever. In our halls is … [Read more...] about It Is Not To Be Thought Of, By: William Wordsworth
Tomorrow, By: Gary Beck
Many of us live in high rises,at least those still privileged.The mass of our citizenslive in decrepit housingstill somewhat betterthan the plight of the homeless,existing marginallywherever they can,children automatically doomedby non-comforting environment,some with initial successthrough their smart phonesif they’re lucky enough to get one.They may not play learning … [Read more...] about Tomorrow, By: Gary Beck




