The artist reads a book. The book provides an idea. The idea, entrapment, leads to a framework, a framework of thinking. Are we trapped in our own bodies, which we …
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Poetry
a d a . A d a . A D A in the flash of your too brief shining ……….we hardly knew you having rarely stepped out into spotlight ……….you …
i. Chronicled history of a patriotic poet who loved his liege: his prudence, though, was overlooked. In turbulent sorrow, the poet flung his devotion into the torrents and drowned, …
From the 2nd floor window of an artist’s rental AirBnB, here’s what I see: Keelung serenely tying together an enframed scenery, the foreground roofs cooled by the sprinkler’s gentle sprays …
It is difficult to articulate a response to the irreparability of redress when the Canadian government’s attempt to at repair lands with insincerity or irreverence. I remember growing up, my …
Fiery tongues lick the sky, cackling and crackling, In a forest of burning towers, only they – the daenamu – stand. Each fibre stretches toward air, weaving a lattice of …
There’s a mumu in the corner and Ate points in the direction with her freshly glazed lips in a pucker. “Don’t go there, there’s a mumu,” she warned -even …
Scoop rice from bag to be stitched into a pillowcase wash rice stir regret with a wooden dowel rinse five times. let tiny grains of dreams swirl in the …
Do I know the directions? Will I walk down York Mills and somehow slip into Ximenkou Station, riding the subway down to Tianhe? No; the picture on the …
i smooth river leads to quiet winter dust on my fingers frozen, with stars in water, lantern fish in the wind. I’ve longed for herons in my sleep, jade …
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