Web Exclusives - Poetry

Theophilus Kwek | Poetry

 

'How do I tell you now about the way 
they placed it in his hands, a baby’s weight, 
just as tenderly pulled his shoulders back 
to take the heave and coil, every fresh blow 
leaving him sore, the sour echo of this 
is how you kill a man?'
 
 
Tammy Ho Lai-Ming | Poetry

 

'He asked me to put the hairs

in a small yellow box. It was plastic,

with a catch at the front that clicked

when closed.'

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Daljit Nagra | Poetry

 

Somewhere in the sunshine of the everlasting dawn

     from my airborne stance

I feel absorbed across the broad pavement.

Or am I dissolved in a voice

that can’t sever from its verse.

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Daljit Nagra | Poetry

 

How oft do mates bang on at length about

how well they’re hung, they grab their crotch then slash

the air, then chuck an arm at will around

a chum while necking Stella till they’re lashed.

 

Abhay K. | Poetry

 

Hiuen Tsang spent seventeen years travelling from China to India and back in the seventh century CE, at the time of the Tang dynasty emperor Taizong. His adventures inspired Wu Ch’en-en’s sixteenth century novel, Journey to the West, which refers to India as ‘Buddha’s pure land’.

 

Yomei Chiang | Poetry

 

We're in free fall

from life to life 

From the gallows on Tower Hill

to a palace in Old Cathay...

 

Anuradha Gupta | Poetry

 

I should have kept it –

the tongue I grew up with,

the language of my mother

and her mother before her...

 

John Thieme | Poetry

 

I make steady progress across the board.
‘Imperious’ is the word you use to describe it, 
While mounting a nonchalant defence, 
Against my hopeful, hopping pegs, 
Pygmy soldiers in the Shanghai dusk.
 
Tammy Ho Lai-Ming | Poetry

 

In Hong Kong, an art installation is taken down when the artists explain what it really means.

Sonnet Mondal | Poetry

 

The four plastic sunflowers in my bedroom –
The way they swayed in the ceiling fan’s air
Were the functional year-long April for me.
Reshma Ruia | Poetry

 

The cockpit dashboard blinks 

A thousand eyes

Each dial a finger

Spinning him somewhere 

Far beyond the star-rimmed sky...

Jee Leong Koh | Poetry

 

The floor is cold with the coming winter.

     I pull on white socks

and sit down before the blackout window

to think about our separation closing in.

Tammy Ho Lai-Ming | Poetry
 
It took an artist a hundred days to suck
enough pollutants out of the Beijing air to make a brick...
Saleem Peeradina | Poetry

 

In Eden, the fig leaf failed its mission – the fruit hung

Immodestly from the tree, tender as a testicle.

Shanta Acharya | Poetry

 

After a painting, ‘Yogini in the forest’, in the Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

 

'It had something to do with the air...'

Reid Mitchell | Poetry

 

Jiangnan canals are frozen

Men walking home are murdered

for a pint of rice. Door to door, orphans

beg for gruel. Sly, greasy cooks invite them

in to welcoming kitchens.

Andrew Barker | Poetry

 

Harem whore. Worthy Lady. Concubine.

Then Consort. Then the Noble Consort Yi.

Kim Kyung-ju | Poetry

 

It is raining, but people’s faces are flowing, hugging separate things as they enter the used-book store. They unhappily place their book in a vacant space and then one worn out book spreads open in secret.

Dino Mahoney | Poetry
 

Hong Kong, bing bong,

Boho, Noho, Lan Kwai Fong.

Roving eye, see you later,

rising up the escalator.....

(With a translation in Chinese by Simon Wu)

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Read Dino Mahoney's Hong Kong Bar Hop blog post here.

Tammy Ho Lai-Ming | Poetry

 

Shamed by your denial,

we wait:

Glory and repentance,

we seek both.

we need both.

Queenie Li | Poetry

 

‘They have families to feed,’ I was told.
‘They really cannot be blamed.’
Tammy Ho Lai-Ming | Poetry

 

Treasures From the Vault:

Three poems by Tammy Ho, originally published in the Summer 2006 issue of the Asia Literary Review.

Reid Mitchell | Poetry

 

According to RocketNews24, peach producers in the PRC are struggling to make sales. A controversial marketing ploy prompted China-based poet Reid Mitchell to pen this paean to peaches.

Reid Mitchell | Poetry
 
The army opened the gates,
the barracks, the sports fields,
the armoury to us today
 
So we now know
 
when we are gunned down
it will be by lonely
boys
Kate Rogers | Poetry
 
In February the north wind was still sharpening its knife
on the granite of Lantau Peak.
A man on a motorcycle sped up
to slit open the skin of a journalist;
exposed his backbone.
Ann Ang | Poetry

 

First day and Third Uncle says,
‘Raining liao, last year not like that.’
Spring, in his mind
is a static, sweltering brightness.

Veronica Pedrosa | Poetry

 

You came to me like the rain.
Time passed; the weather changed
and you left puddles on the earth
that showed me the sky in the mud.
Red
Changming Yuan | Poetry

 

Seeing the strange belts
like little mouth masks
hung on bamboo poles
I often wondered ...

Bryan Cheong Sui Kang | Poetry

 

The trapped their caves escape.
The honest poor rejoice in the streets of Baghdad,
and birds despite the cage
have words enough to speak.

Shanta Acharya | Poetry

 

This poem was inspired by the death of Jyoti Singh Pandey who was gang-raped in a bus in Delhi on 16 December 2012. She later died in a hospital in Singapore, where she was sent for treatment by the Indian authorities. The Indian media called the 23 year-old woman Nirvaya, the fearless one. It was her father, Badrinath Singh, who revealed her name. He wanted the world to know who she was.

Reid Mitchell | Poetry

 

Simon Peter gives his own account of knife crime.

 
     A sword?  Some sword.
     I grabbed a meat knife off the table
     when Jeshua warned us
     we had a betrayer in our midst.
ALR Staff | Poetry

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ALR Staff | Poetry

Poems from Modern Chinese Poetry: Insistent Voices, by Zheng Danyi.

Bei Dao, Duo Duo, Shu Ting, Yang Lian, Gu Cheng, Zhai Yongmin, Bai Hua, Zhang Zhao, Chen Dongdong, Zheng Danyi.