Tag Archives: Joshua Ip

your name | my name

should be the borderposts between lidfall and -rise, the last half-hearted passport stamp before the no- man’s-land our bodies trundle into, driverless, a straightaway, no streetlights, and the midnight median flecking into morse. when we exit the twilight zone these … Continue reading

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On Turning a Two-Dimensional Person into Three Dimensions

it is important to me that you gain depth of field your downloading silhouette resolves into the rest of you your nose perks out of the shot like a stray nipple your cheeks taper away from their cliffs coloring with … Continue reading

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Dear Editor of The Journal Of Unrequited Poems,

What do you mean you are not exactly accepting contributions? How hard is it to just say no? How is “it’s complicated” an acceptable answer to an emerging poet soliciting feedback on his craft? Why are you asking me for … Continue reading

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first kiss

the very first time the girl was kissed she took a photo in her mind like ticking landmarks off a list of highlights she researched online. after the fact, she would return to tweak the levels, and refine the details, … Continue reading

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hypochondria

it used to be a running joke that each cough meant tuberculosis, each headache a growing tumor, hair in the shower code for cancer, and each itch a dengue-fanged mosquito bite. every mention of anaesthesia (you pronounced each syllable with … Continue reading

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how to fold a kawasaki rose

seven years old between the banisters her face is a blank sheet below – snarling, hysterics, a door slams closed – for good. a sheet of white paper folds length on length. this makes a crease. unfold, turn a right … Continue reading

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