#simon shieh

[top-cheese]

"Record" by Simon Shieh

[rozecrest]

this poem from master by simon shieh is so i saw the tv glow coded

[llovelymoonn]

more favourite poems

ron padgett collected poems: "how long"

donald justice collected poems: "there is a gold light in certain old paintings..."

rita ann higgins witches in the bushes: “be someone”

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry

campbell mcgrath nox borealis

ha jin a distant center: "all you have is a country"

jack underwood war the war

kit schluter pierrot's fingernails: "bad faith"

angela mao theme and variations on ai weiwei's "dropping a han dynasty urn"

lilly bechtel the shape of grief

simon shieh act i

c.d. wright steal away: new and selected poems: "everything good between men and women"

stephen dobyns name-burning

dan vera speaking wiri wiri: “small shame blues”

hannah srajey the lamppost glows orange in the daytime

deborah landau the uses of the body: "september"

kofi

[goreprofonde]

- Simon Shieh, Unforgiven.

[hercynienne]

[cithaerons]

Pine-Sol                                            on the bathroom tiles                                an offering                                    to the wrong god.                                                 Sometimes, I do not see him                                          for days.          When he returns                                                             a small bird                               dead                                     in the toilet means                                                                                    he is restless. I tiptoe              unplug the vacuum                                                  hush the children tearing             at each other’s bare chests.                                                                                  When I am old enough                                          he tells me what the mind                       can overcome                           and I believe every word.                                                   He talks about loyalty, he              talks about bone growing                                              on top of  bone                                                                           how to convince my body                                                               that it’s worth it.                    Often I grow sleepy and                            stare at his hair                            the gel like blood                                                                                             caked on black fur.                                        His people plant seeds                                                    between their teeth                          speak in the cadence               of rain.                                                                             Though they are solemn                                                               he reminds them of laughter                when he blesses their children                                           they offer him their children                                     and when their faith wavers                                                                                         in his absence                                                   he lays his naked back                 perfectly flat            on a bed of  nails before them and tries                                                               not to move—                                                                                                     his favorite                                                                                                                                  lie.

Simon Shieh, Act I

[anthropoetics]

[goreprofonde]

One night he did donuts in the movie theater parking lot with me in the passenger seat

                          At first glance / all narrative is harmless

                          And there are so many ways a boy / can become a man

- Simon Shieh, Unforgiven.