a deceased friend taps me on the shoulder plum blossoms falling —Chen-ou Liu
butterflies mating my wife's hand made to fit inside my palm —Chen-ou Liu
Some things old, some things new . . .
first firefly among the stars ... a child’s wish —Chen-ou Liu
Radhamani Sarma taps into the imagery of a homecoming.
Suraj Nanu relishes a perfect setting in a sunrise.
Radhamani Sarma contemplates the twilight hour.
For Radhamani Sarma, the sacred and profane intersect.
Radhamani Sarma details the metaphor.
Radhamani Sarma encounters a colorful transformation.