As I sit and gaze at the splendid moon, I mourn at how wine is no longer a boon. I shift my gaze to the house down the lane and Read More …

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle. Tea leaves burned; In a fire nearby. Whosh. The wind howled; The burnt tea leaves fell. Clink. Clink. Clink. The sound of boiling water; In a kettle Read More …

The monk and his honored guest   There they are! An assemblage of precious tea crops, growing behind the quarters of the sacred mountain monks, [1] where fresh buds sprout upon Read More …

As I sit under the trees Sipping on my cup of oolong tea A note from a flute blows What a beautiful moment to be in Who would have thought Read More …

Oh my daughter How she has grown Into a delightful young lady Sitting here, Preparing the tea That would be used later I cannot imagine having to marry her off Read More …

Smoke snakes around us sweet like a peach, yet mean as a punch. The fire that blackens our skin keeps us warm in the cave-like space. We spend all day Read More …

Back slackened, legs kicking lightly in the river, the radiant sunbeams warming my face, I sat surrounded by joyous laughter. A half-empty pitcher of wine, an empty cup in my Read More …

Tepid tea on my fingertips My gaze on the luminesce eclipse Bamboo brush in one hand And peace in the other   The moonlight beamed In scattered streams Onto the Read More …

By Sim Wan Zhen (U1630879G)   Sweat dripping and heavy breaths I walk and I walk and I walk Confused, lonely and tired What have I done this time   Read More …