La Vie En Rose

By: Henry Yang

November 6, 2020

The desolate earth that Maria has found, Is an empty canvas laden with white roses. This moment, there’s silence, Let’s turn it all into a true rose. Let your brushes, Paint the umber portrait, Into crimson artwork....


A Murder Of Crows

By: Henry Yang

June 30, 2020

When the ground is covered by snow, when the sun shines with Aurelian white look up to the snowman. He glistends on the outside, the icy pale on his frozen curves are unile his insides, fill with mud and dirt for her is opaque beneath his skin....