Tag: Poetry
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A Year in Books (2022)
I count the following favorite titles (out of a total ~100 read in 2022) as gifts—glimpses of grace that broke through the fortress of fog around my mind and somehow succeeded in offering me tiny oases amid madness. Perhaps you’ll resonate with something here that inspires your next read! *Some of these words are taken…
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poem: december 25, 2022
spellbound by sunsets and Christmas, I crouched / by the window of my old bedroom, overlooked / a field spilling over with weeds, then birds,
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dearly beloved
dearly beloved I miss morning light dappled across off-white pages of out-of-print poetry. I miss waking up to the blackbird’s songand the goose’s melancholic question. I miss ambling down the dirt road remainsof a lane once tread by Mary Janes ontheir way to the one-room schoolhouse. I miss giggling with the deer when theyappear like…
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A Year in Books (2021)
In 2021, I read approximately 27,071 pages across 105 books. Per habit, tradition, ritual, etc., I’ve compiled some of my favorites here for your perusal. I hope these stories share something of hope from my bookshelf (and reading community) to yours. *Some of these words are taken from my Goodreads reviews, lest you believe I’m…
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Whispers
When people ask me if I’m writing anything, I want to say, “Yes, I’m collecting fragments.” Because isn’t that what the majority of writing is? Gathering fragments in our small attempts to put the world and ourselves back together? Like this one from Penelope Lively’s City of the Mind: “She starts to sob, the child:…
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poem: untitled
In forsaking the ability to change,they diminish their capacity for hope.—Kathleen Norris, “Dakota” What must it feel liketo not be somebody’s first love? I’m sick of being angry.My therapist said thisis part of grief. I always know I’m home whenI don’t feel Asian enoughfor anyone on social media. I’m afraid to write.“You must trust the…
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Remember
Forgetfulness is simultaneously a desirable and undesirable thing that flits between conscious striving and my conscience. It’s a defense and an attack. A quick look backwards and our efforts crumble to pieces. The fortress falls. The memory room collapses. And so much clawing can’t get us out. I have wanted to forget the sound of…
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Poem: For Now
We watched the lightning show from my bedroom window, carmine and hibiscus dancing behind charcoal clouds,angelic hallelujah light. I scolded youfor being on your phone, but you were curiousabout gas excitation and electrons so,in retrospect, that was probably okay.Apparently lightning is five times hotterthan the sun, and Zeus is married to Hera,the goddess of childbirth…
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things i miss
– crying in the office – laughing in the office – dancing in the office – hugs from my mother – hugs from my friends – hugs from people I didn’t get many hugs from – coming home to the apartment – reading in the apartment – singing in the apartment – the train –…
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A Year in Books (2019)
2019 was the year I rediscovered my love for leisure reading, but a few of these titles were still read for a grade, ha. In the order I read them, here are some of the best texts I spent time with this year (out of fifty-nine… narrowing it down was hard) and a little blurb…
Eliana Chow 