Rain, pluvia, la pluie, la lluvia, 雨, η βροχή, 비, la pioggia, an bháisteach....

People come, people go. Who will stay?

Readers, this story invites you to think whether you would do whatever others ask you blindly and give it an ending of your choice.

Join me to learn a classic form of poetry!

Ước means to wish or to yearn.

You never forget. You can only make the memory bearable enough to move on.

The flood is the thoughts, the mind that one can never escape.

There is an innate desire within me to be the best version of myself that I can be.

The full moon seduced the whole village and created the most enrapturing aura...

What’s with all those New York Times bestsellers?

What is love?

The psychological torment part of baking shaped me into a stoic...

This free verse poem depicts winter and nighttime blues...

What’s your favorite season?

Perhaps, if the character had succeeded, there would be no war, and peace would reign.

This poem is about finding comfort in the dark and mistaking it for love when we are inclined to gravitate toward it...

It is about the courage to speak up, despite everyone else's silence.

It is okay to be sad. It is okay to cry. What’s not okay is to bottle it up.

This poem is about the speaker’s experience wandering in a place of dreams, where shadows fall and secrets are left unspoken.

A comprehensive examination of the radical environmental changes brought about by the European settlement of the Americas in the 16th C...