(Watching Chinese Movie: Better Days)
I am of, two persons
Wearing a mask makes it easy
Sometimes forgetting is possible
Crying helps
Living in fear for the Next is
Answers.
You are not alone.
Looking alike is so much … more »
Category:
Poetry
Snow on the branches,
but green underfoot.
The sound of a creek finally able
to pull itself out from under the ice.
Crows cry out with hungers
I keep as my own.
Even Basho couldn’t escape from fleas and lice… more »
““According to Chekhov,” Tamaru said, rising from his chair, “once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.””
– Haruki Murakami
Some will stutter, sorry and strange,
Some will smile, weird and wicked.
A gun’s greeting will … more »
It was a day that hammered wrought iron
into our lungs, having gashed our breath
into rapid gasps. We rested cross-legged
on the footpath, watching the cold light
that ebbed from the store engulf us
like shipwrecks. Before us, the … more »
A blue jay pulls his screech
across thresholds of
dawn, tripping me awake.
Somewhere, someone else will
stumble into a room built by
the inevitable, lit with sconces.
My routine gropes for its habits:
ablutions, blinds withdrawn
praise for green … more »
Master Chung tells me most successful taekwondo schools are located in bad
neighbourhoods. Big bullies are best for business, he says. Master Chung is cunning this
way. One day a man in a Patriots jacket walks in. I challenge the … more »
when my mom married my stepdad
signed a deal along with his sponsorship papers
he brought into our house
a local souvenir
a shot glass
molded into the shape of a woman’s bust
nipples erect and all
red and white … more »
kabayan
……..thirty-four years struggle for suitcase space
……..from the suffocating smog of a capital city
……..to the sandy slopes of an arabian kingdom
class of 1999
……..photo ripped edges blurred faces folded
……..diploma clutched with … more »
negotiates the smog and smear of my wide windows
slick and smart and self-conscious across the hardwood
Nobody will ever love this city like me
Nobody would want to.
– Rhea Tregebov “Leaving Toronto”
I complain about the heat.
My … more »
I will always be faithful to my banana cue suki
Whose name I do not know
Whose face I cannot place
Her features dart hither and thither
Slipping away from memory, escaping like a fish
Like a blank slate
Dark … more »