#ye chun

[variationsforthehealingofmishka]

at night i carry ancient roots into the field green frog legs, green sockets of the moon and green bullet shell all blooming on my back in the morning i return to the village knock on the door a bee looking for water lands on my neck thinks i might be a well above ground Mother opens the door sees through the well a row of moist trees and all kneel down bow to the plain and to her: Mother — they cry — Mother

night and morning of spring, hai zi translated by ye chun

[variationsforthehealingofmishka]

up north in front of a door a little woman is shaking a bell i’m willing willing to be a pagoda built secretly in the night at dawn she suddently notices me she lifts up her eyes and makes me beautiful all over

up north in front of a door, hai zi translated by ye chun

[serenahaas]

On Learning to Write in English Without Disappearing

We read the story of Cook Ding in elementary school. He is an expert at cutting up oxen. He sees crevices between an ox’s bones and joints a

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