and sitting by the edge of the cliff where the waves lapped against the shore she turned to the rising sun bathing the sky in glows of pink,...

One of the earliest pieces of advice I had received regarding writing was to pick up a rock or a pebble, imagine the life it would have had ...

My newest coherent poem. You and I Do you remember how the rain would fall in braids and ribbons, like a lattice, beckoning romance? We woul...

Yeah. It happens. I'm a fake -- I fully admit it. For someone who supposedly teaches writing and wears her love for writing and the writ...

I tend to get hung up on identities. A lot. Being a woman of Asian descent, I see the inequalities between genders become more pronounced be...

I marvel at people, who despite having absolutely no time to spare, can still find time to keep writing, ruminating and posting their thoug...

Hell yes! At the very beginning of this summer, I was approached by a friend at Tunxis Community College with an offer to teach Introductio...