Writing history, Is like making a skin of glass, For a drum—

A grief, edges sharpened to a sliver, Was wrapped in jade…

The last idea that occurred to me that morning would not have been considered a serious idea by any philosopher

You’re at the edge of the pillow, acting as the proverbial prune - like a butter dish in a room full of people…

In exquisite words, precise and keen, The Poet contemplates above the fray…

Mira las estrellas, mira al cielo…

I miss you. It almost feels stupid to say it.

The day you lose someone, Is not the most painful day. At least on that day…

Once, I had a dream, A huge Skylight! A destiny…

I’d practised Falun Gong for seven years. It stopped my spine disease’s jabbing spears…

Los humores recorrían las venas y arterias, impregnaban los tejidos de este protagonista, incluso su cerebro mismo.

The vision of a tall tree with roots extended deeply into the ground. The tree standing in a Grove, it's roots entwined…

/ When I crave cigarettes, I climb up to the very top of my lungs and scream at you in silence. You make me want to cut out my tongue

I have an undying voice keeping me up at night, it screams and demands I put up a fight…

We are the plugged-in backing band, in basement blocks we make them stand for hours…

If one day you can step from your shame and fear, From those barbed binds that hold you…

We spend our days being someone we are not, so that somebody who is not us, will admire us for who we are…

Neutral public space is a blessing. See the homeless man in the corner. Looks like an escapee from a mental institution….

One wish, Two wish, To Surrender, Obsessed illusions…

Rainbows, roses and butterflies make the world a wonder…