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Poetry

/daenamu/

by Allan Cho

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 There

by Allan Cho

  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 …

Finish Your Rice

by Allan Cho

  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 …

We used to play ……..up the hill, bunkered under granite wings. I wander tall among ancestors now ……..footsteps buoyed on the breeze stone islets stay supine. ……..They beckon to me, …

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