I can remember when you went off to school
and there was nothing for me to do
for a whole day
but stand on a chair
by the kitchen window
watching for your return
from that miles away curve
with your lunch box swinging
and always knowing
what to do.
~ Vincent MacIsaac
Vincent MacIsaac is a Canadian resident of Phnom Penh. He works as […]
We are like
the ants,
the flowers,
the stones.
Running around,
blooming beneath the sky,
sitting upon the graves with terrible force.
They crush us,
pick us up,
carve some words on our hardened bodies.
My tiny black, colorful, heavy brothers,
I love you all
as
mad
God
whirls.
~ Peycho Kanev
Peycho Kanev’s work has been published or is forthcoming in Poetry Quarterly, Welter, Ann Arbor Review, The Shine Journal, […]
I. Confucius
Confucius says, “Man who moves
one foot at a time
always have balance.” I am puzzled
by his cryptic arrangement of syllables,
the obscurity of his syntax –
but I am most startled by
the quiet blaze of content,
the fierceness of the softness
in his eyes.
II. Lao Tzu
He explains that the Way
is in every breath, every step
along the knife-edge of this […]
The teapot yawnsexactly where I left it,having slept through my absence more faithfully than a cat.The paintings on the wallsfeign stillness
and the photographed figures […]
