I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good. The night of half moon is half gone. Hopefully, what we have to say is not half left unsaid. My dearest, half, unfulfilled is the language of love. Therefore, let your desires are half relinquished. The eyes are half downcast. The lashes too are half closed his rain halF a drizzle. This rain half a drizzle. How long shall this hope remain half. Shall this thirst never be quenched? The breeze is thirst, the sky is parched. The caravan of stars if halved as well.

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks. Who sponsored and inspired the poem. A Brief History of Babel. To see the rest of the poem, click here. Only 18 poems to go! .

A blog that travels through time and space through the complex narrative we call China. Once upon a time in China, I saw a great stretch of green grass.

La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin. A lighthearted look on life in words and images. Papa Bouilloire Goes to Oxford. A lighthearted look on life in words and images.

Might as well write it. In my pre-publication days, I thought completing a book and working with a publisher was the end of that particular road for me.

At the Foot of the Sierras. Your life is an occasion. School and How to Get a 4. My friend, Matt at The Book Blogger. Has a weekly flash fiction challenge entitled, Flash Fiction Foray.

Everyone makes embarassing mistakes when they learn another language.

Kritsa, at the heart of it all. Thank you for visiting this page, you are very welcome. We never imagined just how life changing our decision would be.