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Tag Archives: Ian Chung
Immaculate Reception
These days, she would have been famous, Screamed at us from every headline, Her every move avidly tracked By the paparazzi. Pose. Snap. No star but hers would have guided The wise men to her sponsored bed In the best … Continue reading
Infidelity
Lunchtime and the city releases us, gasping for unrecycled air but lungs filling with smog, today’s egg sandwiches already gone soggy, while the plaza is packed by slim cut suits and ties. Traffic swerves and screeches, the acrid tang of … Continue reading
Adequacy
After Thom Gunn When we wake in the night with the sheets tangled round our legs, we switch the light on/off without a sound, just checking to make sure who lies beside us here. Love grows by exploring the boundaries … Continue reading
Boarding Passes
As you pace back and forth in front of the displays, I want to tell you things will not get any worse, that we will still make it. Except I am not sure what I would mean by that. Am … Continue reading
Stonehenge
The touch of air to bare skin is searing. But this is what I came here to witness, Stone against stone against sky against time. So I press the warm disembodied voice To my ear again. It says, listen on, … Continue reading
After The Bomb Went Off II
hold me please hold me so I did as if a hug could shut out the smoke This is a reprint of work originally published in Three Line Poetry. Ian Chung
Spring Cleaning
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
Battlefield
The room is crowded with people, all dancing to the beat emanating from the enormous speakers in each corner. Their eyes meet and hold each other’s gaze for a heartbeat, before breaking away to focus back on the friends they … Continue reading
Reprieve
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
Breaking Up For Dummies
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
Fallen
anthocyanin fades what greenly glowing grows precipitously This is a reprint of work originally published in Haiku Journal. Ian Chung
Snowflakes
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
Another Night On The Patio
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
Three’s (Not) A Crowd
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
Choreography
The patina of age lies heavily on your silverware. It dully gleams, lying on fine bone china scattered between us: another falsehood. I stack the moon-like plates, cratered by time’s passage. The flickering firelight accentuates the flaws of plate and … Continue reading
Vignettes
I serendipity one boy and three girls frozen in a photograph that leaves uncaptured the warmth of something never confessed II their hushed promises echoed within this chamber till the dawn of day heralded the postman with new letters from … Continue reading
It Popped
It was a fine afternoon for murder. The bell rang for dismissal and children poured out of classrooms into corridors, spilt into courtyards, escaped into streets. Within minutes, the campus was almost deserted, as even the adults began to make … Continue reading
After The Bomb Went Off
curling wisps rise from a robust cup of coffee cooling for no one This is a reprint of work originally published in escarp. Ian Chung
Unlived Memories
For years, I’ve always known that I could do it. See people’s futures. It’s really easy if you’ve got the gift for it. When I look at your face, I don’t just see who you are. I can also see, … Continue reading
