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Poetry

míng

by Allan Cho

míng are young tea leaves softened in the pacific is the ocean engraved on worn bodies of migrants even the birds and the insects of a new place míng, but …

YEAR 101

by Allan Cho

For the “man in the fedora” for all the “bachelors” and the families that never were. No memories nearby I never knew his name Nor the people he had to …

A Paper Crane

by Allan Cho

A paper crane crimped and folded from pieces of tobacco paper I remember Gung Gung rolling and smoking his cigarettes under the bedsheets smelling of Tiger Balm, nicotine, and heartache …

One is a mirror number Reflecting tender eyes Looking to a better future Sailing starry skies Wisdom-worn hands Carved from a lifelong journey What peril I do not see But …

Frozen

by Allan Cho

They welcomed us, needed us, celebrated us, worked us to death. We pounded every spike, heaved every log, mined every stone, built them from ground up without complaint. When the …

hastings park, 1942

by Allan Cho

white men in white stroll through the green and pay no heed to the japanese canadian boys peering through the gaps in the high wire fence clink the ball rolls …

Communion

by Allan Cho

I knew my Lola only from second-hand tales; by the time she had wifi in her village, I was a stranger on facetime. By then, she could not recognize her …

Yann Arthus-Bertrand wants you to know that the earth speaks to you in shapes, colors, and metaphors. The hearts of Voh and Hardy Reef scream, I love you. The caravans …

Models of Migration

by Allan Cho

Sugar ants from sunset bring bad luck reflected in aged mirrors; troubles echoed in hoarse bells inside whitewashed temple domes; debts that inhabit the marrow of history; hunger that live …