Tag Archives: Ian Chung

Spring Cleaning

Posted on September 27, 2017 by

each sweep of the broom brings the floor one tile closer to how she saw it This is a reprint of work originally published in escarp. Ian Chung

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Reprieve

Posted on February 25, 2017 by

two fistfuls of green on the ground gleaming with growth, glowing with green in a shade richer than the moss, not buried today by freak frost (there will always be tomorrow and its patient inclemencies), obscured instead by leaf litter … Continue reading →

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Breaking Up For Dummies

Posted on February 25, 2017 by

Dear [name of ex-to-be],             There is no easy way             to break the news to you,             [blundered attempt at tact].             I just want you to know             [lame excuse or reason],             but I really am             [empty apology]             I will always treasure             [Hallmark … Continue reading →

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Fallen

Posted on February 24, 2017 by

anthocyanin fades what greenly glowing grows precipitously This is a reprint of work originally published in Haiku Journal. Ian Chung

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Snowflakes

Posted on July 13, 2016 by

The corridor had a single bare bulb, glaringly bright and swinging from the ceiling. He quietly made his way towards the steel door at the end, curiosity having got the better of him at last. Through the cracks around the … Continue reading →

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Another Night On The Patio

Posted on January 24, 2016 by

Ice cubes clink in a glass. It isn’t just our drinks that are on the rocks now. So I offer you words. A mint or two or three to soothe your angry throat made hoarse by your own words. Don’t … Continue reading →

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Three’s (Not) A Crowd

Posted on January 23, 2016 by

Tonight, before I sleep, I will write my will. It may interest you to know that you are one of the beneficiaries. Nothing fancy, I promise. Just an old cardboard box, filled with some items that I thought were worth … Continue reading →

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