the big picture
March 4, 2010 - 1:06 pm
are you going
to ask me
how i feel? or
will you sit
and stare, without
words, without me?
Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
Sleepless
July 5, 2009 - 2:30 am
There are no lines
from these fingertips;
the big sleeplessness
steals it away. Again
another day approaches-
am i meant to be this way?
Awake and dreamless
the lights cuts my eye
as I shrug off bright hands
no light in the dark, please
it hurts.
If I hurt,
I will scream. And
no one will hear me.
And that will be all the worse.
7/05/2009 Chungyen Chang
The Escape
July 3, 2009 - 7:21 pm
Woman in red slamming car doors
rain splatters her straw hands.
She almost forgot what it was like.
For the first time, she feels beautiful.
It may be lonely–
she turns the key.
Hartland
July 3, 2009 - 2:10 pm
Photo: Daryl Mitchell
for Evie
but it’s not about her
“It’s a wonderful tree,” she says
wrapped tight in black hoodie
grey night, city lights
my bare arms exposed.
The chill shoots up my back, i’m so tense
it’s just some old friends, and this park.
Sixty seven degrees
she says it’s going to snow.
This is the tree where
her and her ex-boyfriend had sex
and a bird shat on her shoulder
and he wore it the way home.
And then they cheated on each other and broke up.
They’re meant for each other, of course.
This tree
as young as the city, nothing like
the can’t-wrap-my-arms-around-this
giants in California.
There’s a lake and one frog. And
I keep mistaking airplanes in the sky as stars.
Later on we’ll go to Waffle House
and not eat a single thing.
