poems by Changming Yuan
A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles Till… my innermost being evaporates With the hot air of feel
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A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles Till… my innermost being evaporates With the hot air of feel
No Art without Startle: 35 Word Idioms No belief without a lie No business without sin No character without an act No coffee without a fee No courage without rage
[fissuring] Between two high notes The song gives a crack Long enough To allow me to enter Like a fish jumping back Into the night water
W.E.N. S .: A Rotating Poem West: not unlike a giddy goat wandering among the ruins of a long lost civilization you keep searching