Mama Ana Paula Also Writes Poetry
“I looked at her / back, strong like hairy bear that kills / a bull even when she’s drunk, and I understood:” | by Hu Xudong
“I looked at her / back, strong like hairy bear that kills / a bull even when she’s drunk, and I understood:” | by Hu Xudong
by Pan Xichen: Snow is hypocritical. It’s not even / an independent material.
by Pan Xichen: For a long time people have ignored / the many fallacies of snow.
“Green frog legs, green sockets of the moon / and a green bullet shell / all bloom / on my back” | by Hai Zi
by Qiu Qixian: Love will not end. / It only starts, and starts again
by Li Ho: When the autumn wind blows, all the grasses die. / An evening chill arises from the sapphire shadow of Mt. Hua.
Each night of stars is a night of stars. No. No? Each night of stars is a skull full of bullet holes. We argue death inside brains. We argue death under a fluorescent light of hours. What are hours? Shall we kneel down or stand in the hours? Will the bullet shoot through our chest …
Snow, I was surprised. The first snow choked in my throat, I wanted to cough, to run from snow. I didn’t see the street, the poplars, the park-benches the conductor’s whistle. Snow. Faces of idiots abused the air and turned to snow. I didn’t have a chance to read the “Massacre” or “The Dead” by …
Poetry International 20/21
“The Fallacy of Snow”
Poetry International 20/21
“The Hypocrisy of Snow”
Poetry International 20/21
“Night and Morning of Spring”
Poetry International 18/19
“Openly Worrying Song”
Poetry International 18/19
“Song of Love”
Poetry International 20/21
“Snow”
Poetry International 20/21
“Discussing Death with Death Row Inmates”