Writers Connect

You Linger

The teacher of silk painting
helped us choose brushes in Liulichang:
of the purple fur of rabbit coats in spring,
weasel hair, translucent
sheep’s wool, clear at the ends.
We stroked the tapering fullness, and I told her
how you used to tell your secrets to the chickens,
caressing them, because you knew they wouldn’t tell —
she laughed. And said there were [...]

Please click here to make this active

www.litup.sg
www.wordforward.org
www.writersconnect.org
www.redwheelbarrow.com

Poem: Desmond Kon (Singapore)

:tasik gembira:
what a hardwood pageant world : our small berth

3 Poems: Inara Cedrins (USA)

You Linger
.
The teacher of silk painting
helped us choose brushes in Liulichang:
of the purple fur of rabbit coats in spring,
weasel hair, translucent
sheep’s wool, clear at the ends.
We stroked the tapering fullness, and I told her
how you used to tell your secrets to the chickens,
caressing them, because you knew they wouldn’t [...]

Tammy Ho Lai-Ming (Hong Kong)

It is Impossible to be Partially Gutted

i
I vow never to speak to him again.
.
ii
If you know what he said to me,
you’ll understand—
Words coming out of his fingers,
in the cold darkening night: ‘I feel nothing
inside’, ‘plaything’.
.
You see, he sharpened
his words, each a blade, ready to kill.
He intensified his [...]