Eavesdrop
My Absent Baby with Scissors Is Like Cutting the Sunshine
Seeing Again the Whistle in Childhood My Whistling Now as Wind Blowing by the Window
Auraji River
Corpse Flower Blooms in Washington
Matching poem for my new neighbour to the west, inviting him over for wine
On a winter’s night I wrote this poem for Wen Ting Yun
Boudoir Resentment
The Wandering Songstress
Poetry from the archive
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