Filthy water Squalid streets From filth they bloom Morning dew delicately sat on a petal Industrious tears fill the eyes of Chinese pioneers An arduous odyssey A one man’s journey …
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Poetry
I blue moon 藍月 in a locked down city your room was jounced and lullaby’d by the whoosh of the passing TTC you carved blue moons and dark grass on …
In between ritual comes the upkeep. Third grandchild in line, she climbs the stepladder. A ceiling lamp emits stained tobacco fluorescence. She clears away broken rice grains & tries to …
Seating Absentminded Drinking a cup of Chai It’s afternoon somewhere, Past joins me Now I watch and partake in this luxury I would accompany my “Ah NENG” to visit a …
You my wayward ghost, ghost rider joyriding all summer appear at my stoop, knocking on my chest. You seek cash and a couch to crash You seek life force take …
Sun on my face, almost warm But the air still bites Not wanting to deny Winter’s slipping grip. Few trees are still bare, asleep. Crocuses bloom at their feet Trying …
briskets of Chinese cows bathe in Slavic red cabbage invasion, beet defeat the absence of home, diaspora resolves with tomatoes unlike people, 紅湯 cannot flee its vegetables root in …
I’m jealous of the students at Seoul International and how they practice second languages, the way they write and unwrite poems in English to learn how they fit inside the …
When I die at another antlike moment like this No human crowds would gather to mourn my loss Nor would anybody really notice my departure Much less shed tears, even …
It was forty-nine days after her mother had passed when the twelve-year-old girl noticed a heat from her chest, to her stomach, her head, fluttering, rushing, propelling her legs to …