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April 2016, vol 12 no 1

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Chen-ou Liu

A Lonely Business

I've pursued my poem throughout the night. The soft patter of rain tapping on the window. I gaze upon the ellipses at the end of the poem; they speak of falling into spaces untold, unknown, and strike me with their longing . . .

in the sky
a scribble of swallows –
as if
writing keeps me
away from myself