by Yuan Changming With their most tender touches, snowflakes Have painted the whole night white, Including the darkest corner in sight Even within a forgotten dream Except the plum tree, standing alone there Under the eastern sky, whose Flowers are blooming boldly against The entire season, more vibrant than blood
by Tony Moreira Time didn’t pass in the attic. It curled, coiled, and even lashed out. It also maintained a dark silence that remembered everything. Filled with timeless dust and shadows, the air carried the awful scent of dread from the years that passed. A single window in the room…
by Rose Mary Boehm 1 The first time I met death I didn’t crumble under its weight. I was very young but recognized that something important had changed. I hadn’t known her that well, but she had been kind, and I would miss her once I understood. 2 They knocked with a big knock. I almost…