a poem I like

This poem is by Tze Ming Mok.

blueprintreview

The latest issue of blueprintreview is out! You can see my poem here. I really like the way the issues are structured. It appeals to my OCD! I haven't read the full issue yet, but there is some really great stuff in there. Thanks to blueprintreview for selecting my poem!

an arrangement

at dusk it rains
the smell chokes

sky and ground
seated together

your hand on
my soft thigh

Published

Now that NaPoWriMo is safely put away, and I have had a little break, hopefully some poetry will make itself known. In a week or so I'll come back here and put up a link to one of my poems that will be appearing in an online zine. I'm excited about it because the feeling of being published is still exciting for me, long may it continue.

NaPoWriMo

This month I'm writing here.

You may have noticed that for a while this blog was locked up privately. As more and more journals consider being published on a personal blog being published, I've decided to hide most of my work. I will only show the five most recent poetry posts. As I write a new one, the oldest one will be archived for my eyes only.

I am also starting a poetry magazine to be published sometime this year. If you would like to submit you can head on over to Enamel to find out what you need to do.

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a woman and a child my mouth feels too full of tongue, my gums ache, my teeth hurt. a mother and a child he smiles at her she cups his head in her hands he curls up. I hold a child. I love a child. here I sit, my mouth full, my tongue sore. they are over there. and I am here. at once between. at once far away. everyday I think I am falling apart, that great coming decay, don't tell me all the good news at once, my motto is different depending on what angle you see me from.

being used to divergence
being used to two doors closing
being used to something
is to be confused when
the opposite happens

the difficult ocean

love, the difficult ocean, a cast of your body as you lie in her bed teeth clenched, crying, up and down she lifts you, you face the street resolute, this is it she says, this is you, you say, this is all there is, this is the answer, this is my answer she says, you and I walk together step after step our voices say the same things, we don't even have to open our mouths any longer, except to kiss, as if we were starving for each other, whittling away all our girthly pain to nothing. behind my eyes I cry. to hear you change is the same thing that happens every day.

the woman

the woman is in darkness
the woman is without light
the woman has pages for hands
the woman is read aloud
the woman never speaks
the woman only speaks to me
the woman and I stop speaking
the woman closes her mouth
the woman lifts her arm across her face
the woman is not me
the woman sings me to sleep
the woman feels pain in her abdomen
the woman is
the woman isn't
the woman doesn't need you to listen
the woman pours my heart into the street