how long does it take for rock to chisel to sand? each speck is said …
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Poetry
a hospital bed steeped in ammonia currents of stale urine a tube of canesten straddling the commode atop a stack of unused diapers fruit flies metastasizing from browning …
i knew my poh-pohthrough my mother first—a wordless womanmade cruel and callous by war,by orphanage; undigested toneschewed and spit out as lotus paste.goldenrod teeth, appleseed eyes.she put her memory down …
Leaving the city of towers and green spaces, the waves crash against rocks, Lake Huron, wind slices into water as it does in the Pacific. The water moves with the …
The lonely moon hangs in the skywaiting for the stars to come out and playOnce the curtain of night fallsit is a lighthouse for those lost at seaBut daylight drags …
she left clues, memories, dots of inhabitance: a man frozen at a cutting board, a woman hanging laundry, a child at the inlet, collecting shiners, all of them making home …
Fireflies were always quite nice to see, for they glowed ever so brightly With beauty comes vulnerability. But people took advantage and trapped them in jars. So that they could …
On Halloween night, my stubborn, nostalgic father clunked out his bashed-up trunk, nodded to my dragon-signed son. Swiftly, they dressed up in their favorite costumes and headed for China Town: …
Millennium gate. Snow, dirtied, clots curbs. Cars drift: junks over Pender; Huangpu runs in asphalt, shimmering with Pacifc brine. Street lamps fooding red, imperial in the half-light, ficker hidden dragons …
The chipped wooden cane of my century-old grandmother beats haphazardly against the damp asphalt drumming to a history of broken dreams fossilized by grey-black gum chewed by absent ancestors. A …