#timothy liu

[mournfulroses]

Timothy Liu, from a poem titled "I Want It to Be Winter All the Time," featured in Poetry (March 2026)

[metamorphesque]

All Trains Are Going Local, Timothy Liu

[majestativa]

Her devotion. […] A desire for permanence. For a world without betrayal.

TIMOTHY LIU — Vox Angelica, (1992)

[typewriter-worries]

It's world poetry day so here are some (more) of my favorite poems:

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin

All Trains Are Going Local by Timothy Liu

Rural Boys Watch the Apocalypse by Keaton St. James (@boykeats)

HOPE YOU’RE WELL. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS. by Lev St. Valentine (@dogrotpdf)

Time of Love by Claribel Alegría

Every Job Has a First Day by Rebecca Gayle Howell

ALL THAT WANTING, RIGHT? by Devin Kelly

Reading by A.R. Ammons

things i want to ask you by Helga Floros

Night Bird by Danusha Laméris

Prayer for Werewolves by Stephanie Burt

The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car by Dorothea Grossman

The Yearner by Rachel Long

If I Had Three Lives by Sarah Russell

I Dream on a Crowded Subway Train with My Eyes Open But My Body Swaying by Chen Chen

We Have Not Long to Love by Tennessee Williams

Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Hulme

Cracks by Dieu Dinh

and here's part one <3

[velvetmasonry]

Winter Night. Figure on the Bridge by László Mednyánszky (1888)

The kitchen clock

stops ticking. Tell

me: what’s the use

plugging anything

back in? If I can’t

touch or kiss your

face again, then I

really want it to be

winter all the time—

my mind a machine

no one around here

knows how to fix.

── Timothy Liu, "I Want It to Be Winter All the Time"

[darknessdrops]

He slept with his back towards me, a ladder I’d learn to climb even if it took till dawn— we who wanted to live past the expiration date that was printed on the condom wrapper neither of us had wanted to tear open— DO NOT DISTURB Offshore salt lapping up against a lighthouse flashing red, my husband next to me in a waterbed by the sea with “Do Not Disturb” signs hung on every door— my lover on the other side of the ocean, unable to tell if the fog will roll out as the day’s first headlights make their way down a coastal road as he texts me a face I cannot touch, a mystical rose that keeps its own scent. What good would it do to say I miss him when saying nothing makes me miss him all the more? I NEEDED YOUR BODY NEAR ME An ocean is nothing, there is no separation between two lovers. And I knew just what it took: six hours, two meals with a movie in between, blinders over eyes, plugs in ears as I tried to get some sleep. When I awoke, I knew I’d crossed more than a time zone for my body was always nearer to yours than anyone else’s still sleeping in your bed—

Timothy Liu - Blind Date

[girlfictions]

[subqueued]

All trains are going local

Timothy Liu