Poetry and Mary Oliver. Source.I cannot recount the times I turned to written words to save me from despair. The words of poets who have walked the steps I'm walking now ...
I hold on tightly like a child hanging on to a ropeknotted onto a tree branch - the friction offering some hope;that maybe if i cling tightly, love will remain ...
6 in the morning, 21 degrees another morning in Hanoi puts me at ease.Scrambled eggs, fried rice, 20-minute yoga I roll the diceBack to sleep? Back to bed? Back to dreaming? I get ...
One warm and cool Saturday, I joined a writing session of the Hanoi Writing Group. Every Saturday, they meet at Bluebirds' Nest in Ba Dinh, Hanoi. Since I came back ...
With this new job as a teacher in Vietnam, I find myself - too many times - lost in the chaos of students bursting in and out of classroom doors, running ...
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