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Contents Page: July 1, 2011, vol 7 no 2

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Chen-ou Liu


There Is No There There


Canada geese
crisscrossing the sunset sky –
alone in the attic

Tonight I sleep in Taipei, but wake up in Ajax. My mind is winged by a yearning after things not yet lost. I dream in Chinese, but I awake and become Eric.

unbirthday morning
yet still I see father's face
from the mirror


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