Category Archives: Prose Poem

Good Names

By | September 24, 2020

My paternal grandpa’s name is 郑锡盛 (rare metal flourishes) My maternal grandpa’s name is 蒋生财 (creating good fortune) My mom’s name is 蒋淑丽 (a fine lady of beauty and wisdom) My dad’s name is 郑成国 (building a strong nation) My name is 郑晓宇 (trying to get to know the universe) The men in my family… Read More »

Blue Steel

By | September 14, 2020

A blue steel Wrecked by the ocean weaves Lost at sea Carrying a ship of Unconscious sailors Aiming at shore In their linked dream Kids are calling Daddy Look at my castle Daddy! Look! A tiny hand pulling Women gently caress Their coarse hair Over and over A soft moan A kiss on the neck… Read More »

Three

By | August 26, 2020

Yes / No Do you have a favorite dress? Do you have enough food to eat? Do you have access to clean water? Do you have a safe place to sleep? Do you have warm and loving relationships? How about a fulfilling career? Do you feel confident and secure about your skills? Are you valued… Read More »

Three for You, Tree and Him

By | August 25, 2020

1) Freedom You chase freedom to the west To the east Back again You chase diligently Shift Twist Jump Run Laugh Cry Fall You stand up You keep Chasing Your body doesn’t know what Freedom feels like Freedom Is your Limitless prison 2) Tree and Her Bury me Under a pine tree One with a… Read More »

I am a person.

By | August 19, 2020

I. Stay Back I am angry. I am angry. I am angry! When I am done feeling angry, I go pet dogs. Say hi to strangers. Smile. Right now, I am angry. Rarrr! II. Scent Bikers in tight Grey suits Rode by Leaving the scent Of freshly Washed Laundry I sniffed My sweaty Arms I… Read More »

Sit Here, Right Here

By | August 14, 2020

1) Hope is a luxury, Some people can’t Afford 2) Sharpen your knives In the dark night Sharpening your knives The wicked will throw you to the wolves Keep sharpening your knives So you can save the wolves From the wicked 3) The finest Thing In life Is This Very Breath.

Three for None

By | August 6, 2020

I. The fishy smell She bought a big chunk of fresh salmon from the market She asked the fisherman if she could go fishing with him next time He didn’t pause, shook his head and said, “Oh no. It is dirty and messy out there. Boys only. Fishy smells and all, you won’t enjoy it.”… Read More »