Tag Archives: Steven Chung

Fortune Favors the Weak-Mouthed

Say it again, and your jaw borrows space from the cave of fishbone             you’ve set aside to call home. It’s called remission. The fisherman hooking tuna             back into the water. Forget resistance— these frail things clenching             their jaws onto sticks. … Continue reading

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Animal Densities

Polar bears have either gone extinct or learned to camouflage better, because when your home is meltwater, you have to hide in ice. Which is to say, the density of the animal doesn’t matter when the world itself is drowning. … Continue reading

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Second-hand Smoke

All it takes for a gust of wind to howl Is a voice box and a lung. The future hauls like a freight train, A whistle against an unravelling sky Too intent on spinning storms Even after the smoke chokes … Continue reading

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Hometown Voices

Yesterday I feared my voice Was a sham When it bled through the crowd In an octave even higher Than the exposed concrete ceiling, Its pipes stretching the corners In yoga positions. The latest trend in my ZIP code Is … Continue reading

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