The Morning Devours
The wind shrieks up and down the house
poetry
One Among Pencils: An Ode to Them
There will come a rigescent hour
Hospital Ad Nauseum
You love them
Still Life: Bottle, Lemons and Oranges
In the train station, I see him, he's with her.
Five Hundred Cities
I'm waiting to hear that my first love has died.
The Late Qing
One leaf, torn from my saddle-stitched
This is My Blood
My grandfather died in the spring
Nine Stone Buddhas on the Short Grass, National Museum, Kyongju
Typhoon weather - wind, head, mist, downpour.
The Author
In Shelburne, Sackville, Middle Musquodoboit
Paths
Trodden by feet, enfolded
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
