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 …
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Poetry
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 …
serene cerulean seats sating the rain. she envelops my skin with her pink raincoats covered with salmon factory stains. stains of yonder yearly reawakening from the rain. the rain comes …
Language begins at the crunch of siu yuk, its rugged hide, and continues through the rhythm of laughter, the blues of evening vapor among brass horns hoisting the dizzy swing …