Chipping at the ice cones inside the fridge
Sweat on my face drops like star trails
Dessert is *** chocolates,
And fourteen planets idling beyond gravity
Spanish ham tapas and blueberry cheesecake ready
Bringing out a bottle of salted plum soda
I loathe that word, Shina
Like licking a sharp blade with the tip of my tongue
In any written narrative
Picking up the tie-dyed blue canvas bag
Carrying tell the truth,
Crossing the Ailao Mountains, boarding the hot air balloon
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC
Ladybugs nestled in the bushes,
And those deep green leaf-rollers,
I sat on the backseat of a bicycle,
Throwing tantrums, laughing out loud, smearing mud on the walls.
Twisting open the abandoned fire hydrant hose,
Unleashing a joyous water-splashing festival.
There was a stranger fluffing cotton quilts,
And together, we shared corn gummy candies.
Stacking up bricks to build a fire,
For those soft, sweet, and fragrant taro roots.
Treating Chinese herbal medicine as firewood,
We cooked a bowl of scorched instant noodles.
Gazing up at the golden round moon,
Listening to the intermittent static of the radio.
Faces distort within the thin mist,
And I am crying out, deep within the valley.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 2:13 AM UTC
Tangled wires in the bass,
Mice nesting in the corner,
Moth carcasses lingering under the mouths,
Stench of feces drifting from the floor.
Obsessively, swallowing all kinds of psychedelics,
You stalk me into the park,
Making me eat a fur sandwich,
Carving tattoos onto the forearm with a knife.
Listening to your eerie, piercing shriek,
I walk out of the tinfoil-sealed door.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
Wild strawberries fallen on the path,
I gaze through the glass
At the receding glaciers in the distance.
Seventeen corpses hidden within,
Broken tents, snapped paracords, a forgotten ice axe.
The corpse-bearer, sun-blackened,
Is this the punishment of the sacred mountain, or nature’s revenge?
He takes a drag from his hand-rolled cigarette,
I look at his tobacco-stained teeth,
As his hands knead the tsamba, washing it down with sweet-and-salty butter tea.
It brings to mind the half-eaten muffin in my hand,
And the peach blossom valleys blooming all over the mountains.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
The wheat, thirstily,
***** in the rainwater.
A girl in rainboots
Walks through the greening wheatfield.
Here, there is no rivalry,
No mockery.
I can share with it
The secret of last spring—
A protracted, soft violence,
And how the dahlia tattoo on my chest,
Step by step,
Pushed me toward doom.
In a few months,
The wheatfield will turn golden.
The chaff will sink into the soil,
And only the stray dogs,
And the wild birds,
Will know our story.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
From the forest, she hops on one leg to the beach,
A walkie-talkie gripped in her hand.
The signal is fading.
Tuning the frequency to 108Hz.
Caressing the blue-green wound, disinfecting it with saliva,
She reads the self-criticism letter, well-rehearsed.
Across the sea rows a sailboat musician,
Playing the Turkish March,
And a raccoon dog the color of ironwood.
Drift away to Venice in the west,
Walking straight into the transparent surface of the sea.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
Clouds playing pellet drums,
I lodge in a tavern with no eaves.
Ancient tea trees exhale cyan vapor,
A signpost tilted by a rogue boulder
Sheds a mythical fruit.
A girl with pink hair
Smokes a Camel,
Slicing through a ****** steak—
An offering for a soul already exiled.
In the White Bear Memorial Park.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
Upon the ring finger,
A diamond ring.
This is no marriage,
But a shackle of ***
It chains a woman’s future,
In exchange
For a paralyzed body.
When you leak,
When you labor in the tub,
Satan kisses you,
Tears rolling down a terrified face.
Commanding you to raise your feet,
To push with all your might.
Nurses, like guards,
Form a production line,
Cheering and rallying—for you.
Is marriage a grave?
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
Overlooking the Ceylon tea gardens,
The morning mist is thin and slightly sweet.
Hands covered in thorny ******
Wrinkles on the face
Look just like the trails winding through the tea bushes.
I've encountered a few leeches here.
Lunch is pickled vegetables and pork,
Enjoyed while sitting on a banana leaf.
Wearing a straw hat soaked by the light rain,
Someone says they once caught a glimpse of a white elephant.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC
Walking along the steep Matthews Range,
Unshoveled snow stains on Lincoln Avenue.
Eating salad while listening to the gunfire outside the door.
Missiles fall on Tehran like a quiet river.
The countless tiny mirrors of the Golestan Palace—
Sordid dealings, shameless as cracked dates.
This is the trade-off of politicians,
Yet people go on eating nuts,
Wiping the bullet-ridden glass.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:38 PM UTC