Indignation · Romance & Relationships

Poem Without a Title 12

How I long for those days of pens and ink, when calligraphy ruled, and bits and bytes were things around a dining table. 来是空言去绝踪,  lái shì kōng yán qù jué zōng 月斜楼上五更种。  yuè xié lóu shàng wǔ gēng zhǒng 梦为远别啼难唤,  mèng wéi yuǎn bié tí nán huàn 书被催成墨末浓。  shū bèi cuī chéng mò mò nóng 蜡照半笼金翡翠,  là zhào bàn lóng jīn fěi cuì 麝熏微度绣芙蓉。  shè xūn wēi dù xiù fú róng 刘郎已恨蓬山远,  liú láng yǐ hèn péng shān yuǎn 更隔蓬山一万重。  gēng gé péng shān yī wàn zhòng Arrive is just an empty word, you leave without a…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 12

Indignation · Romance & Relationships

Poem Without a Title 11

My poem draws from a popular Song Dynasty tune called the Lecher’s Rhapsody and another poem of mine, 士申七夕 (On The Seventh Evening Of The Seventh Month). According to legend, at a certain time every year, the Herd Boy and the Weaving Girl are allowed to meet. The legend alludes to lovers and couples forced…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 11

Family and Friends · Indignation

Poem Without a Title 4

“The best drinkers eat lots of ghee, and that’s a fact.” It was a humid evening in Zhengzhou, Henan’s rowdy capital. The tea house floor was wet with moisture and the air thick with the smell of sweat and lust. The looking glass and goblets were misty with steam from the kitchen. Chicken bones lay…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 4