1950

All we did was move from our house to a stranger’s house, then one after another. Every so often an army officer yelled at us to keep heading south,… More

from L’Heure Bleue

When I say what I think, / someone always tells me they agree / or disagree, which ruins / the thought for me . . . // There’s a… More

Notes on North Korea

Slowly I registered that those weeping over the death of the General in these sculptures were not Koreans but Africans, Indians, South Americans, people of all nations lamenting Kim… More

A Kentucky of Mothers

God my poor real mom she would have died. // But people say her eyes contain a twinkle they believe in. When they see it they don't need a… More

Five Poems by Liu Xia

I’m a philosopher who thinks / with my body, I’m biological / theater, non-fiction, the body / of spirit whose language is / poetry. I am prosody. More

An Odd Bird

Amal didn’t see when they took her mother away. She closed herself in her mother’s bedroom and smelled the lilac on her mother’s pillow until the sounds of the… More