Ode to an 80-year-old Chinese: Climbing Sacramental Street (A Poem)

Ode to an 80-year-old Chinese: Climbing Sacramental Street (A Poem)

unsplash-logoAmy Rollo The burden of time Gets heavier With each step uphill. I need to go home To my tiny home In this foreign land. I want to go home, But where is my home-home, To which my heart belongs? I must climb the hill, Against the gravity of Age and sorrows...
Ode to a Cancer Man (Poems)

Ode to a Cancer Man (Poems)

For my brother, David Chi-Hsian Wong. I. He is a cancer man One foot in the grave and One foot in Neverland Defiant to the end. Looking ahead Beyond the ocean With a twinkle In his eyes. He has cheated death Once, twice, or thrice He can play hide-and-seek For one...
A Deserted Mansion [一栋废弃的豪宅 ] (A Poem)

A Deserted Mansion [一栋废弃的豪宅 ] (A Poem)

  Moss covers the cobblestone A rusty gate half open All is quiet in the garden Except for the cricket chirping The courtyard is strewn with leaves No one has entered the gate Except curious onlookers Wondering about its past history Weeds have over-grown The...