You are safe now I’m here.
Muscles grown, back straight, fists ready.
No one will harm you.
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What I want to tell my inner child
Signs of life
After all these years you still don't know
how to live, just like every night you
seem to have forgotten how to fall asleep.
It feels indeed like falling
into the arms of the unknown
that you should have been
familiar with by now.
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Chronic
I'll just have to learn to live with it
said the specialist who casually diagnosed an illness
which he didn't explain, which I had never heard of
but from which I had been suffering for years
and that maybe it was partly my own fault.
I shouldn’t have been so eager to live.
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3 poems on ONE ART
Good news: an American website just published three of my poems. And not just any site, but ONE ART.
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Loam
We are made up of layers.
Like this landscape that
reads like an old book.
Crooked apple trees with names
reminding me of a song
that hasn’t echoed
over these hills for a long time.
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A piece of Hesbaye in Hong Kong
The Greyhound Journal is an online and print magazine based in Hong Kong. They publish work with a historical angle. Their periodic publications contain stories and poems in both Mandarin and English. When I came across their website some time ago, I immediately realized two things: 1. I want to be part of this and 2. I want to send in my poem Loam.
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#poetry
Influencers without influence are looking for
the hippest hashtags for their Tiktok videos
dancing to the beat of the algorithm.
Incompetent experts by experience
whose unfinished projects grow too fast like children
give TED Talks about the power of failure
with a voice like the melody
of a lonely pinball machine.
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