by Jas Saunders
Sometimes when I’m anxious I’ll write poems on the plateaus of my palms, blue waves of ink flowing within their gradients and ridges When I want to hide those feelings from the rest of the world like a hermit crab tucked inside itself, I’ll share an empty fist, displaying new and delicate fingernails like bleached white seashells washed ashore learning to grow in real time with the rest of me. Published in UWA’s Pelican and Peafowl magazines, as well as Perth’s youth magazine Pulch, Jas Saunders is an Honours (Creative Writing) student at UWA, with an undergrad in English Lit and Public Health. Her writing focuses on liminal spaces, nostalgia, or memory, with representation her younger self would have desired.
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by Yuan Changming
for Qi Hong Taking a walk around the neighborhood at sunset Leaves rustle as if they are crows flapping by In the twilight sky, the moon looms- What if it vanished into an unknown space as the clouds exchange their feelings in a hurry? Seeing a passer-by come my way, I derail my body & thoughts alike What if the planet really comes to a pause during the pandemic? What if social distancing becomes the order of the day forever? What if the season, in other words, lasts between rain and snow? Seeing two teenagers approach, I jump aside and hop on the curb like a lousy dancer as they run along What if the doors of my homeland remain closed until I am too old or too weak to move, to see and kiss my first and last love? What if my family cannot afford to immigrate to Mars from this burning or frozen planet? What if another huge meteorite hits earth hard enough? What if what I know is neither true nor false? Yuan Changming hails with Allen Yuan from poetrypacific.blogspot.ca. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations & chapbooks (most recently LIMERENCE) besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), Poetry Daily & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1929 others. Yuan both served on the jury and was nominated for Canada's National Magazine (poetry category). |
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