By Anonymous The moon waxing The sun dancing Lanterns set free to welcome time Quiet windowsills filled with light Heart-shaped lockets...

By Chung Yu Kwok The show must go on. That was what he had always taught them, through every bruise and fall. The numbers never mattered...

By Anonymous The winter strips me of my colour yet my rings are rusting in shades of copper coral, teal, and gray I used to think to...

By Anonymous She strides, tides part at her feet With every step the sea foam rushes back in greeting I’d launch a fleet of a thousand...

By Chung Yu Kwok “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever...