Poetry
Summer 2003
The Spring
From the Chinese. The city after the rain is clean, wet like a cold coffin parked in a courtyard The girl next to me said: “someone was hacked three […]
Poetry
Summer 2003
Love in Life and Death
From the Chinese. A person’s life after death is the memory of him by the living—A long time after his death the mirror he used opens its mouth and speaks […]