Tom Shandruk

About me:

I'm a lover. I'm a hater. I'm a monster, and I'm a saint. Mix and match, I don't care. I have few close friends. Maybe you're one of them. Even so, there is only one person that knows everything about me. Sometimes she's afraid of me. Sometimes she dosen't like me. But she always accepts me, and always loves me. Please, be more like her.


At Mount Ssu-ming
in the cold in the snow,
half a lifetime's bitter chanting.
Beard haiirs are easy to pluck out
one by one:
a poem's words are hard
to put together.
Pure vanity
to vent the heart and spleen;
words and theories, sometimes, aren't enough.
Loneliness, loneliness
my everyday affair.
The soughing winds
pass on the night bell sound.

~Ching An "Facing Snow and Writing What My Heart Embraces"