chinese

Is that love, for our own sake we piled up your bodies

A poem by Chung Kwok Keung translated by May Huang

our one small lamp struggles against the wind

Ten late poems of Du Fu translated by George Life

Do not try to fool me with purity.

Three poems by Liu Xia, translated by Ming Di and Jennifer Stern

your big house, your america

Two poems by Zhu Zhu, translated by Dong Li

set brush, mirror,salt shaker, scissors

under a red regime I find a self as yet unnamed

They knocked my teeth out. I became a member.

I should have been born a giant bird

followed by sudden rain, sudden wind