Archive for June, 2015

Saturday, June 20th, 2015

 

All those times we thought the past was returning
You crawling into the ditch with your eyes closed
How we adore our mother
Land and all it can grow and develop

Friday, June 19th, 2015

 

A shaft of sunlight. An arrow from behind a cloud. A red bird.
A plane catching the light. A shadow falling on the crowd. A black bird.

Thursday, June 18th, 2015

 

Today is our day for sports.
I’ll never get the hang of this crossbow.
(Look at those kids run!)

Wednesday, June 17th, 2015

 

and what is taking shape in me as I prepare to lurk outside the skating
rink, well
you are out of this scheme
there is someone else now
and they bring me boxes of cake and ideas that bubble beneath the winter sun

Tuesday, June 16th, 2015

 

Books here are sometimes sold by weight.
A biography of Bill Clinton
Called imaginatively “Biography of Bill Clinton”
Costs 9.9yuan per kilo, and retails at 13.38 yuan.

Monday, June 15th, 2015

 

Down on the ocean bed
crouches un-Desperate Hank, miles away from
the Internet & Social Networking
and the Conservative Party of Great Britain
and young girls crying tears at the edge of a developing culture

Sunday, June 14th, 2015

 

As I imagine it
The end comes very suddenly
And all you see is
The face of the one who really mattered

Saturday, June 13th, 2015

 

Flower Bell, my tiny upstart —

all the glimpses that have been had of you thus far suggest
most of you is well-developed except the thinking part

Friday, June 12th, 2015

 

The pedagogue – well anyway –
the thing about the pedagogue was –
he used the word “pedagogy” too often –
way too often. It made you want to

Thursday, June 11th, 2015

 

It all started when I suddenly realized that what other people thought of me was of no consequence.