the Conversation between My Parents and I

My Father and I

I: " How do you know I am here? "
He: " Because I know everything. "

I: " Why can't you keep the promise you made before. "
He: " OK, I'll, let's go home. "

I: " Father, should I make this decision? "
He: " I don't know, but you should have much responsibility after you make the decision. "

My Mother and I

I: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"
She: "Yes, I am."

I: "Are you afraid of mice?"
She: "Yes, I was, but after I had you, I am not."

I: "Do you support me in everthing?"
She: "Yes, of course I do. "

I

I: " I believe my family and friends to make me stronger. "
I: " I believe I should work harder now. "
I: " I believe my family will be proud of me in the future. "

Cinquain Poetry - GT Library

Aquarium

Well-organized, artificial

Consuming, digesting, producing

Talking to yourself, working by yourself.

Individualism.

photograph:Next Action-Aki

Cinquain Poetry - Streets in Taipei

Electricity

One-way, no U turn

Mixing, heading, blinding

I hope I were in the flow.

Solitary.

Happy Valentine's Day 2011

LOVE

Magnetic, inflammable

Landing, penetrating, merging

Melting cheese suddenly on a piece of roasted toast.

Stickiness.

photograph: Nicole.

Litany I - You

You are the moon and the shade,

and the fox and the track.

You are the wind shaking the tree house

and the wet merging into the window.

You are the cactus and its striking red flower

and the thorn suddenly out of the stalk.

However, you are not the reflection of the sun,

the bubbles along side the shell,

or the juice in the coconut.

And you are certainly not the escalating salty vapor.

There is no way you are the escalating salty vapor.

It is possible that you are the only fireflies beside the river,

maybe even the last star in the dawn,

but you are not even close

to being the sound of sparks in the burning fire wood.

And a quick look in the mirror will show

That you are neither the lion in the grasslands

nor the lion in the withering castle.

It might interest you to know,

speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,

that I am the rose on another unknown planet.

I also happen to be the cloud turning into grey,

the bird forgetting the lost feather,

and the waving light under the vibrant leaves.

I am also the echo from the valley,

and the branch fading in the end.

But don’t  worry, I am not the moon and the shade.

You are still the moon and the shade.

You are always the moon and the shade.

not to mention the fox and – somehow– the track.

Photograph: Zjim

Poem I - Faith

Faith

Faith flies across the ocean to an evergreen island,

Spreads bonbons from his shady foggy pocket,

Quietly, melting into her heart.

Photograph: Caitlin Lois

the Serene Café

I was at a café in Da-An district in Taipei city, Taiwan, where I went to university. 

It was a Sunday morning in the spring. I ordered a cup of café latté and a cinnamon roll for my breakfast. 


I love café latté, which tastes bitter and sweet and smells smooth with steamed milk. I put my textbook of Education with ant-liked notes in the table where I sat, and tried to concentrate myself to study for the final exam. However, my mind flew to a class I had taken before, the teacher in the class said she liked to enjoy the morning of elections. while most people go ahead to vote for someone who are going to win or lose, the whole city is rarely empty and quiet. 


Now, I was here, in the morning of an unknown election results, at an almost empty cafe to enjoy this kind of serene moment. 


I took the seat next to window, where I could clearly see or vaguely hear something outside. There was an MRT rail above hiding the road from the slight spring sunshine. Some women handed their children on the way to traditional morning market, and a boy held an ice cream cone with a satisfied smile on his white baby face as he just got out a store in front of my window.

I was thinking that someday I would be able to live in a foreign country myself for a while and try to learn how people think in a different way. I expected the new place where I would stay would have fresh air, sunshine, and passionate people. Unfortunately, I knew what I looked at was an empty dream of a college girl like the empty city I was in here now.


But, I knew ever there, I was not a daddy's girl anymore. I knew what I should do or what I should not. I knew I should hold this college moment to inhale as much knowledge as I could instead of hanging out with the childish boyfriend I have.


However, I know...the unique experience I looked for in that college girl's age is coming TRUE now.

Photograph: w.wei,yinke