Issue VI, Volume III : February 2012
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Circe by Nicelle Davis
 Stunning New Poetry From Associate Poetry Editor Nicelle Davis |
| Ching-In Chen - Poetry |
Ching-In Chen is the author of The Heart's Traffic (Arktoi Books/Red Hen Press). Daughter of Chinese immigrants, she is a Kundiman, Macondo and Lambda Fellow.
A community organizer, she has worked in the Asian American communities of San Francisco, Oakland, Riverside and Boston. She is a co-editor of The Revolution Starts at Home: Confronting Intimate Violence Within Activist Communities, forthcoming from South End Press. She can be found at www.chinginchen.com
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Dream Upon Arrival to America
Our Grandfather once on his way up the line of pregnant trees, dragged himself
from the train station a canary sweet and
brown in the orchard, cinnamon jute. Thirst.
Pressed onto his bones. An orange rind bird.
Gray suit. Shaking his tail up the cruel mountain.
Almost black by sun. To follow the juice,
the bird cannibalizes his feathers chokes on
the lady, immense as a house gullet and
tunnel. Upon entrance, he took off his wide
swath of green. But did not bow or lower
his head. Scented with lavender, mine or be
mined. Opened, the bird sings into a net. Donkey
trudging through the coffeed dawn. His letter
of introduction. He is not used to such winter.
She opened her mouth, looked at his face
and shut it. A groggy sun. She lifted her arm
bears down on them, grinds through the air.
He followed
a green sky, In the direction of a separate structure, a sun peeled
into sections.
Rummage: Haibun
Return home to the wide eyes of the house, your light shining from its pupil.
Skyscraper
We flew through the city --------- photo credit Sarah Grant
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