My Stories

A good way to grasp time

Transformed into a moment of loneliness There was this single bud waiting to open under the first rays of the sun to show her center Why did I think of it as she I do not know Maybe because it was closer

For the flying dragon who smashed a No Dog or Chinese Allowed sign, God made him into a flying denizen. I guess Chinese, also, go to heaven. But he earned it with his hands and feet and for his deeds,

Does Heaven have enough walls for my artwork?

Philosophical Correspondence about History & its Critique