Leaves of Ink

Contributor: Jun Lit - - Here come the rains again – with clouds of million emotions pouring ceaseless streams of interwoven musin...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - When the deep well of unwanted tears have been emptied into deserts called pillows but the orphaned sadnes...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - Like a portrait of the dodo lonely in one landscape by Savery, or a royal castle, grandiose in distant cl...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - Lenses and prisms are extensions of the eyes, but the screen monitors are not the windows of the millions ...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - I know you’re there, and there’s no sense in trying to explain the unexplained. It just sets in, seeps in,...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - The young man sweeps the mat of dried leaves, all that decades-old bamboo clump has littered. The tops and...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - Inside my cubic sanctuary, metered four by three by three alone is not equal to lonely. Silence is a dea...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - I asked friends much younger if they have ever tried catching June beetles and tying each on the hind le...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - “Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear . . .” - from Thomas Gray’s ...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - Sometimes I hate sad songs. They make me feel the nights are colder when you’re away – in fields of endle...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - That was the time when apples of eternal youth were confusing durians hanging from that forbidden tree o...

Contributor: Jun Lit - - I’ve been here before I’ve seen these all, I’m sure the priestly garbs of black and stripes that fit thi...