
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Art Project for ImageArt


Thursday, August 12, 2010
Another Poem Accepted for Publication
“Brown Liquid”
Smell that brown liquid
See it sparkle in a glass.
Come on, let it seep into your blood.
Bad circulations.
Bad breath.
You are a barfly on the run.
See beauty in that brown jewel
Glowing in the sun.
The reflections.
The refractions.
Begs you to give it a taste.
Tastes sweet on your cracked lips.
You want to quit and throw it away
But the whisky devil
Trips you down to the floor.
Gives you a sly grin.
Gives you alluring glassy eyes
And you crave for more.
Kiss the jewel in the glass.
How it softens your mind.
Feels warm in your blood.
The rush.
The sigh.
And you can’t seem to get enough.
Let it drain down through your throat.
Broken-hearted.
broken-winged.
Corroded liver.
Saturated blood.
“Come on, can’t I live?”
There is nothing left at all.
You lay still with a bouquet
Rested on your wet lips.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Flyer of GLBT Deaf and Hard of Hearing Poetry Night

Thursday, August 5, 2010
Black Mountain North Symposium Poetry Reading at RIT

Friday, July 30, 2010
Two Poems Will Be Published in Masque Publishing
A snow-white frosting
Hugs the lovers’ lips.
It turns into sugared butterflies,
Glistening under the sun.
Melt their wings,
Rested on their sweetened lips.
Rose-colored tongues taste
The honeyed flavor.
The moon turns gold at dusk,
Bathing the roses and the dews,
Ready for the night of romance.
The enraptured lovers gracefully
Walk out, rice-spilled.
Painted amber-colored by the moon,
They split for the rose-tinted paradise
Out on the outskirts of the town.
In their secret temple,
Honey drips, one by one,
Down to their flesh.
Red roses blossom
Around their ecstasy-filled minds,
high with saturated love.
Vanilla flakes flutter down to their bed,
Snow-like,
Rich enough to scintillate their tender hearts.
Stars shimmer above
And they glisten down to their eyes, starry-eyed.
The vines entwine them.
Dawn arises during their sleep.
Sweet lullabies sing in their slumbering dreams.
Sunlight warms their flesh,
Asking where the roses are.
Soon the roses open their petals
In their eyes, awakened.
A sweet taste still lingers on their lips
With a kiss, the truth of love glows between them.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
4 Photos of My Performance at IRT Deaf Festival
