Loach & Onion: a Conversational Poem for Qi Hong
Your love feels like a loach in a rice field Full of splashing vitality but hard to catch Your love resembles an onion: as I peel off One layer after another, I can find no heart In the core in the end That’s because I wear My heart inside out Shall we fry the fish with onion, or make A soup with these two kinds of love?
Seeing Is Simply Being: for Helena Qi Hong
Between my two dark pupils Exists an unseen black hole, where I hide my entire inner being, which Sucks all the rays Emitted from your body as I keep Gazing at you With an enlightened heart
Yuan Changming hails with Allen Yuan from poetrypacific.blogspot.ca. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations & chapbooks (most recently ALL MY CROWS) besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline & Poetry Daily, among 1929 others. Yuan both served on the jury and was nominated for Canada’s National Magazine (poetry category).