These works (poetry, fiction, drama and non-fiction) were originally posted my AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site featuring poetry and prose by young Asian writers. Stopped Clock To punish my legfor kicking my arm once an hour:Running Forbidden ~ Laura Lam (Hong Kong) Sunny Afternoon A rustle of leavesThe sunlight comes through branchesand shines on my […]
These poems, stories and essays about self-reflection, spirituality and philosophy were originally posted the AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site featuring poetry and fiction by young Asian writers.
Thoughts condense
on windows.
Permit yourself
to be brutal.
All who need to die
a little to live, leave
behind more than
suffocating corneas.
These poems and stories about youth and age, about growing up, gaining experience and losing innocence were originally posted the AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site featuring poetry and fiction by young Asian writers.
That was the place where the dark side of my childhood went on;
Where I would leave every morning and only return at night.
So long ago that I don’t feel as attached as before.
Was it twelve years ago, that long?
For you, I still have a strange feeling;
As if I feel so very close, but not too close… Or maybe a little more.
Is it because of the bad memories you brought me?
Or was it something else that caused me to fall?
Trying so hard to recall…
But can’t seem to remember any happy things from it all.
Just a lot of yelling and crying that went on.
Still thinking… No, nothing positive at all.
~ C.Y. Lee (USA)
Once upon a time,
I told my mom, ‘Using one hand I can darken the sky,’
‘with my two arms I can fly.’
‘It’s an easy trick to darken the sky,’ she smiled,
as she put her hand over my eyes.
‘So now you can’t see the sky!’
‘But how are you going to fly?’
I fell down from the bunk bed as I tried.
It hurt, I cried.
Time flies,
but never have I given up this fancy of mine, cos
everyone only knows how to darken the sky;
seldom does anyone knows how to
fly to it, put a star on it and make it shine.
I paint with an inner
eye, gentle strokes
of fluid triangles.
Water colour writings are born, go through
the milestones, learn to
learn, then one day
live enough to be
hung on the wall.
These poems about places were originally posted on the AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site I ran featuring poetry and fiction by young Asian writers. As the AsianVoices website started in 1997, the year during which China regained sovereignty over Hong Kong, several of the poems deal with this historic event. Cityscape Black oceans of people, […]
Pitter-patter rain, again
I hear him drizzle, I fizzle out, out
This learning? Droning, moaning
I feel a scream, a shout, within, without.
Silence is no monotony,
These poems about travel and transportation were originally posted on the AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site I created that featured poetry and fiction by young Asian writers. MTR A firedrake brushespast the subway of darknessThe lights of souls growl ~ by Norah Chung (Hong Kong) Without Gravity finger lingers on the window of this giant […]
These poems about food and eating were originally posted on the AsianVoices Website (1997-2004), a site I created that featured poetry and fiction by young Asian writers. Eating in the Street Fish, turn into ballsbecome fishballs, are soldfor five dollars for fiveuncooked, small;cooked, they are GIANTSpeople like GIANTSpeople drool, hawker’s bag? Full. Squid, with eight […]
Your hair is too neat, lips too pale.
Your smile still clings to your face.
Your hands gently folded on your bosom.
You are a flawless doll, unreachable behind the glass.
You are too young to sleep alone in the dark.
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