From Modern Mythcraft to Magical Surrealism

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Poetry

Poetry

After the End

When the story ends—the hero’s hands wiped clean, / sword gleaming above the mantel— / there are those of us who find the belly of a castle / is no place for children who grow / like weeds, like vines, like yellow straw.

Poetry

Unfinished

Survival reduced to pickets wakes me at night. Walls painted in stench, each day the beginning of my last. A siren of coppers chases rioters waving placards about paradigm shifts. Faces of my dead friends break out from the wind, imprint on each uniform’s head, sketching shapes with colourless lips.

Poetry

Halsing for the Anchylose

They made the finest things / of bone and zealous shell: / homes for the scholars who / scuttled maze-like down

Poetry

Twilight Mind

Magic grows in the interstices: / shadowy blades springing / from the hands of statues, / herb and root, flower and fruit

Poetry

The Forbidden Path to Forgetting

To trace the taboo labyrinth, sneak / past the frigid swells, between breakers, / make your way / up the pebbled strand, bare feet bleeding.

Poetry

The Herbalist

My grandfather was a herbalist— / he mixed rare leaves and seeds, ground them together / & when he was done, he smeared the mixture on my forehead. / This will protect you from evil spirits, He said.

Poetry

i find my body and my body

i find my body and my body / in the banyan tree i find my body / the tree finds its body in me

Poetry

The Reality of Ghosts

“Why do so many Asians believe in ghosts?” / Two white yokai scholars won’t stop gawking / at us like we’re aliens seen through a telescope. / They bait our deceased ancestors to rise up

Poetry

Paladin

Shrive me, beloved, / for I have exhausted / the bellows of / this particular life.

Poetry

How to Find Yourself Again

decide, in the ignorant way of children / that now’s the time to grow up / fold away your dreams / along with your wings