My Absent Baby with Scissors Is Like Cutting the Sunshine

Seeing Again the Whistle in Childhood My Whistling Now as Wind Blowing by the Window

Auraji River

Corpse Flower Blooms in Washington

Matching poem for my new neighbour to the west, inviting him over for wine

On a winter’s night I wrote this poem for Wen Ting Yun

Boudoir Resentment

The Wandering Songstress

Poetry from the archive