When I see the brook trout flying, I think I’m dreaming, but I follow it because dreaming or not—who wouldn't?
Her voice, gently rattling
like a bamboo thicket in the breeze—
greets me as I step over the threshold.
Xiang si ni le:
“I’ve missed you to death.”
When I could afford to be a dreamer,
the stars pulsed like a heartbeat
and the sloop-nosed moon left no sound;
Hazy humming bumblebees,
In poky, pollen-heavy flight,
Drift dull and dopey on the breeze
Before the newborn night,
The ocean was just a sliver in the distance, too far away to be seen from the ground. When the war is over, she thought, I’m going to go to the ocean, and I’ll swim and swim and swim, and I’m never going to stop.
Father sat beside his daughter said, “Marianne, smiles are silly things, a mere facial ornament, inconsequential, fleeting, even under right conditions. One could live a perfectly good and happy life without a perfectly good and happy smile.”
Sun Juong heard the door creak open as Grandma approached. She snatched up the book and Sun Juong went rigid. Surely it would mean nothing to the old woman? Grandmother looked at its cover, then at her granddaughter. "It's time."
Not all cold things are lifeless,
dear reader.
Not all that listens is silent.
The moment I saw Artie Ranberg, I knew there was something special about him. Fresh off the bus for my first day at Traverse City High, he stood at the front of a queue of upperclassmen, shaking hands and welcoming all of us freshmen to our new...
When mama took us to the zoo,
we’d sit in front
of the baboon exhibit.
Enclosed here and in the wild
baboons do not mate for life.