Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...unable to lift our eyes..."
"...so dear to me, yet lost in time..."
"...soft whispers echo upon the cellar walls..."
"...Stunting roses on senile soils..."
"...waiting for the charge..."
"...Grief and I have never quite seen eye to eye..."
"...Soon there will be no more time..."
"...how could I say no..."
"...follow your feather..."
"...and i have every house on this walk memorized like bad poetry..."
"...so that you never have to stop gambling..."
"...the sky is the same but the ground beneath is not..."
"...at all times she wondered whether his head wasn't full of wind..."
"...A refugee; a piper; a homeless boy, a castaway..."
"You suffer me, I tolerate you..."
"...Five days a week, you stand on a platform with people who glance at watches..."
"...leave the poems to the poets..."
"...an exhalation of breath, blessed relief..."
"...Yet life sometimes needs clarification..."
"...when the trigger is pulled..."
"...into a wind across an edge of yard..."
Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. His poetry has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.
"...The dark gray cloud bank rolled over the hill from St. Louis..."
"...the temple of the soul is in a garden beyond time..."
"...Enough gets to be enough..."
"... how do I set asunder yours and mine?.."
"...not a single one of them has a clue..."
"...Nan also told us about her summer dad. The winter woman who was her mother..."
"...Would it not be dead, not dead if read?.."
"...Hence cranes are like the thighs of a tortoise..."