……….It starts when, in the shudder of spring warmth, ghosts shatter in skyscraper shadows. ………..You spend afternoons drifting in the streets, trying to find the …
there’s something romantic about naiveté by Rona Wang
I promised you forever to keep the universe from fracturing, but the truth is I can’t yet understand quietness enough to know anything about love. …
there must be somewhere better (november 2011) by Rona Wang
November means sputtering rain that has no energy left for desperation, myths woven into cartilage sidewalks like hemp. A rush of street veins, the trains …