Letters to the Otherworld
I write letters to you though you’re in the Otherworld I type your name in the search box of the browser I know, you’ve left this sick demented world But I keep writing till I am tired, till I get drowsy I know there’ll be no response from you, because there can’t be any I […]
the_solitary_oak_on_mount_kremlin_bicetre.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Solitary Oak on Mount Kremlin-Bicêtre by T. Wignesan/title> /div> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p> for Jean Lapresle, the “Father” of neuro-pathology in France: 1909-2000 /p> p>On Bicêtre Mount a stately oak did spread its unmeshed /p> p> boughs to swarms of sparrows beating retreat /p> p>To turtle-doves and flapping pigeon-mates […]
the_prison_of_the_past.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The prison of the past by Mirela Sula/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The prison of the past/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Mirela Sula/h2> div id=”content”> p>I escape from the prison of the pastbr /> Haunted by illusions gone awrybr /> Filled with accusation against own selfbr /> There I go to […]
pathos_is_the_skyward_tanka.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>pathos is the skyward tanka by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>pathos is the skyward tanka/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> a mother swathed in muslinbr /> scavenging, rubble/p> p>behind the sea of biscaybr /> a burned down house on a moundbr […]
nominalism_is_a_liquid_kuhi.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>nominalism is a liquid kuhi by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>nominalism is a liquid kuhi/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> solomonic column, whitebr /> scraped clean of spirals /p> p>here lies a similar namebr /> safe, lamp-lit passage/p> p>maybe tomorrow, a […]
death039s_claim.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Death’s claim by Tanisha Avarsekar/title> /div> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p>When life stops, but time goes on.br /> When you go, but I have to move on.br /> When the world’s successful in tearing us apart.br /> When death comes to claim, what’s been given by the past.br /> Flames in […]
dear_bhikkhu_a_eulogy.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>dear bhikkhu: a eulogy by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>dear bhikkhu: a eulogy/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> what will you will to endure, bhikkhu?/p> p>what will you remember, twenty lake daysbr /> saffron robe to keep out the cold, keep […]
as_with_a_senryu_s_hardening_ridge.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>As with a Senryu’s Hardening Ridge by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>As with a Senryu’s Hardening Ridge/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé/h2> div id=”content”> p>jalousie windows openbr /> six months of chill as welcome/p> p>as five years, seven inflectionsbr /> precise, scaled dots dropping offbr /> […]
A Gogyohka and the Forgotten Panopticon
by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé There, a quiet remembrance – thin walls, colloquium volte-face, inversions the same mirrored shine and glass so we sleep better slipping naked under sheets roster-retractions and altercations and always inward-looking the way your pulse races up percussive, a paper plane forgive our gentle lapses both of us paper tigers among the […]
all-days-seem-same.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>All days seem the same by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>All days seem the same/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak/h2> div id=”content”> p>The outside world is waiting to be healedbr /> but blinds cover the windowsbr /> and pain clings like a demon with sharp clawsbr […]