Why cry over dried flowers? …
Marilyn Chin
Metaphor metaphor my pestilential aesthetic …
The aeroplane is shaped like a bird …
You have lived six decades and you have lived none …
My skiff is made of spicewood my oars are Cassia bract …
I gaze at the ceiling …
melon …
My shadow followed me to San Diego …
Your name is Diana Toy. …
I. …
Little Box talks back …
They throw stones at the little girls …
for my love, Charles (1938-2000) …
There once lived a little girl named Mei Ling, who was as dumb and stubborn as a turnip. …
❖ …
一 (yī) …