when i wake up
when i was five, i had a twin-sized bed full of stuffed animals, so many that my mom wondered howContinue Reading
Tag: poetry
“Where’s My Present?”
Where’s our tree? The one with gold and silver decorations, the one that makes our home American, Where’s my present?Continue Reading
“Ni Hao Ma”
It is all they know. No, I am not well, you fool. Adiós, Ciao, Goodbye. By Cui Xia Chen, NYUContinue Reading
Generasian 