A conversation-like poem about how we are created, not to be perfect, but to love what we have been given— not to hate it.

My poems are often about others - their identities, nature, and so on - those strangers on the street.

Summertime evokes all our senses: touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing.

The Chinese dad and his daughter with mental health issues care deeply for one another, yet neither knows how to communicate love clearly.

The big problems in a little poem...

"Seems like your artwork has taken on a life of its own."

Thích, a verb/name of Vietnamese origin, meaning to like, love; alternatively, grief, sorrow.

Inevitably, life is made meaningful by its ephemerality, and human power must not interfere with the natural workings of the world.

Would you live a peaceful life or allow the darkness to devour you?

Rain, pluvia, la pluie, la lluvia, 雨, η βροχή, 비, la pioggia, an bháisteach....

People come, people go. Who will stay?

Readers, this story invites you to think whether you would do whatever others ask you blindly and give it an ending of your choice.

Join me to learn a classic form of poetry!

Ước means to wish or to yearn.

You never forget. You can only make the memory bearable enough to move on.

The flood is the thoughts, the mind that one can never escape.

There is an innate desire within me to be the best version of myself that I can be.

The full moon seduced the whole village and created the most enrapturing aura...

What’s with all those New York Times bestsellers?

What is love?