your blood goes picnicking at a grave brooms and burnt paper in hand 4/4/[2000 + 4×4] At Qīngmíng only the magnolia huā (花) bloomed munificent white against a grey curb. …
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I picture Jen Lam living a dual existence. By day she’s trapped in a cluttered office cubicle or a windowless law library perusing some obscure statute as a researcher for …
on the train i see my grandfather | as a young man 10,247 km of water | seven seats away looking through his reflection | at darkened mountains and doubled …
In the end, the chair has lost its owner. The chair grinds out bad cells, the wind on the chair is caught in the throat as it takes …
the radio producers dilemma driving my derelict mazda home after a shift visors down to keep the electric sky from crashing my car its 1246 and i …
speaking in tongues misinterpretation ghosts-back, attempts to reincarnate the broken language of Jaden’s tongue-twist reverberation— murmur the revenant-named co bac mispronounce it twice as fast go back diaspora synth-talk— …
My father is resting alone beneath the sacred lights, while I cradle in dismay, surrounded by Elders coercing me to compose and read him a eulogy at the altar. His …
PANICLE By Gillian Sze ECW Press (September 2017) 90 pages, $18.95 (Paperback) REVIEWED BY KATHY NGUYEN A panicle is a loose cluster of flowers, often used in reference to oats. …
great macro swelling carpet bomb ecosystem broken off broken twice off in say one century of your time slow fish peer up against throbbing nights, fragile glass bodies a perception …
i. This is an exit wound. This is your butcher’s blade blunted by naivety and the way light floats atop the surface, too polite to settle. ii. This is a …