Describe the Indescribable Feeling
English is a strange language in many aspects, like spelling, pronunciation, grammar, but here I am going to talk about what I feel when I read English poetry. Actually I don’t even know how to describe it, but describing a thing that is difficult to describe is what I want to do to improve my…
Freedom vs. Bigger Cage
“…freedom…my cage is simply getting bigger” is a quote from the book “All the Words I Kept Inside” by P. J. Gudpa. In one of the poems, she talked about seeking freedom and realizing she gets a bigger cage rather than true freedom. I think the freedom vs. bigger cage analogy can be used on…
Bright Star
A young friend is facing life choices and quite disheartened that the world she has trusted for two decades is not what it looks like. I think she is on the threshold of some existential transformation. I just want to encourage her with a little practice poem I wrote. You are a bright star,shining your…
Voice Beyond Voice
I was reading “Salt” by Nayyirah Waheed, and was struck by this poem: when you are strugglingin yourwritingit usually meansyouare hearing one thingbut writing another I am just wondering if I “am hearing one thing and writing another”, or seeing one thing but pretending I am not seeing it, or seeing something and thinking I’ve…
The Invisible Weight
I just read the poem “moles don’t think about space or small talk” by Savannah Brown. It is so good that I have to pause and think and taste the moment of thrill. I just don’t want to let it go. It is said that one is allowed to quote more than 25 words if…
Dusk Is Always Perfect
The dusk descends, the sky dims,the air haunts, the laptop screen illuminates, the distant street lights glow. My perfect dusk again. I only wish it is longer, but that’s too much to wish for. A thousand shades and shadows play by the window sill. It’s an overture to an evening of moon and stars, but…
Being Thankful 2023
A holiday cleanup reveals a book under the sofa– the worn out pages curvy and dusty, presenting a story half read, long forgotten. The movable tents called “ger”, the exotic boots called “gutal”, in the frozen world of northwestern Mongolia, where Tuvans, who are Mongolians, and Kazaks lived side by side. The riverbed is a…
A Quote In View
I just turned on my Kindle Fire tablet, pressed the first downloaded book, flipped through the unread pages casually. And this poem jumped into my view: “…drunk so deep the cup of bitter fateAs that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love:He bears a load which nothing can remove,a killing, withering weight. He smiles–his sorrow’s deadliest…
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Haoyan Do 