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Malu Cycles/瑪璐循環
By Maxine Hong Kingston
Translated By Chun Yu
I pay.
In dream: Susie’s medical bill.
For real: Moana bar tab.

我付款。
夢中：蘇西的醫療費。
現實：莫阿娜酒吧賬。

Time I write …
- Verse Forms
- Haiku
fallen leaves
By John Brandi
fallen leaves
the abbot sweeps
around them
a party
By John Brandi
a party
where everyone says goodbye
then stays
scent of orange blossoms: haiku/senryu
By Teresa Mei Chuc
this morning
weaving Chi in the garden
invisible ball in my hand
[The earth shakes]
By Steve Sanfield
The earth shakes
just enough
to remind us.
Suicide's Note
By Langston Hughes
The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
Useless! Useless!
By Jack Kerouac
Useless! Useless!
—heavy rain driving
into the sea
In my medicine cabinet
By Jack Kerouac
In my medicine cabinet
the winter fly
Has died of old age
The bottoms of my shoes
By Jack Kerouac
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
From walking in the rain
Koi
By Jennifer Wong
Among heart-shaped leaves
the white fish gleams, red tail.
Soft lotuses sleep.
[A blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing]
By John Ashbery
A blue anchor grains of grit in a tall sky sewing

I inch and only sometimes as far as the twisted pole gone in spare colors

Too late the last express passes through the dust of gardens
Haiku
By Frank Lima
I
The lights are out
The cats are hungry
The room is full of gangsters

II
The dishes are dirty
The icebox is empty
I dream of celery and a compass

III
The roof is upstairs
The window next door
A guitar in the shower

IV
The hours disappear in my room
Where is...
[even with insects]
By Kobayashi Issa
Translated By Robert Hass
Even with insects—
some can sing,
some can’t.
[under the evening moon]
By Kobayashi Issa
Translated By Robert Hass
Under the evening moon
the snail
is stripped to the waist.
[mosquito at my ear]
By Kobayashi Issa
Translated By Robert Hass
Mosquito at my ear—
does he think
I’m deaf?
If Not for the Cat
By Jack Prelutsky
If not for the cat,
And the scarcity of cheese,
I could be content.
Small Poems for Big
By Chinaka Hodge
when you die, i’m told
they only use given names
christopher wallace

no notorious
neither b.i.g. nor smalls
just voletta’s son

brooklyn resident
hustler for loose change, loosies
and a lil loose kim

let me tell you this
the west coast didn’t get you
illest flow or nah

had our loyalties
no...
Poem Written with Issa [“In my dream”]
By Matthew Rohrer
In my dream
his voice began to fade
I had to call him
the next day
I feel about average
he said
I’m going out
to buy some juice
a huge frog
was in the driveway
a small boat drifting
the river flowed in silence
Poem Written with Bashō [“A photograph”]
By Matthew Rohrer
A photograph
on the back of a hand mirror
resembles someone you knew
who sang themselves utterly away.
It cannot touch you
or the sound of the rapids.
Leave it, and walk farther
crawling up my leg
to find me all smiles
attached to nothing.
You and I can stay
in...
Poem Written with Issa [“The kids fighting”]
By Matthew Rohrer
The kids fighting
over 4 or 5 pennies
my ears ringing
bent to the shape
of the spring moon I
am a crybaby
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Malu Cycles/瑪璐循環

Small Poems for Big

Poem Written with Issa [“In my dream”]

Poem Written with Bashō [“A photograph”]

Poem Written with Issa [“The kids fighting”]