Twenty Two Years

Don’t you hear the sound of grieving For the dying of our city? Too soon, too sudden—it’s deceiving— Not even halfway to fifty. And don’t you rage against this thieving Of hope, this trampling of bitty Boys and girls without any pity? Oh, how I feel an urge for leaving, Faraway from these sly and... Continue Reading →

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餘囂——The Rumbles

A bilingual poem, a brief update ... and a bit of rambling.

UA3411

Commenting on the most outrageous incident in aviation history using 26 titles from the Billboard of my birth year.

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