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Eugene & EugeniaOn their honeymoonFinally entwinedIn the ampersandWhich separatedThe italic letteringOf their namesOn wedding invitationsSupersedeThe eugenics initiativesOf sansevieria-tongued mothers-in-lawEugenia’s ovumA planet-sized Gordian KnotWhich Eugene’s spermatozoonPierces like Alexander’s swordTo procreate the jejune EuphrosyneWho nonetheless will evolve rapidlyTo befriend textile and tektiteBoth terrestrialAnd extraterrestrial textsWho eschewing Iphigenian virtuesAn Aegean Agamemnon’sDrunken narcissistic bluesWillContinue Reading

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A scar, a scoreit spews, egg-white from satin blueinfinitude, idly sliced throughby some passenger, determined voyager. So quickly, it fadesrippling, the threadreknits, repaired.The dream is whole again.And of the voyager nothing remainsbut a gentle crease along the waves. Kai Broach writes fiction and poetry. Their work has appeared in JeopardyContinue Reading

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The Last Train is sleeping now,her keeper has locked her safely away.The last drinkers have left the pub,and are watching the driftas their unsteady walkguides them home.The rain keeps me company,as does the Hedgehogthat slowly crosses my path,he is a spiky footballwith a mind of his own.The last Train driverContinue Reading

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“Definitely, I must have a mystic connection with cats,” Ming concluded. Otherwise, he could never understand why he’d nurtured such a strong ambivalence about the creature. On the one hand, he liked a cat’s handsome face, its quiet character, its soft and light movements as well as its grooming habit,Continue Reading

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Icarus had told Eeyore they could never be friends‘Eeyore, I am not like you, not like you at all,I have no time for self-pity, no time to stop and stare,I need to build these wings and take to the air. Eeyore had felt sad.He knew that Icarus saw the skyContinue Reading

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The only reason Ming had traveled across the whole Pacific Ocean from Vancouver to Lotus Village was, hopefully, to see Chiung for the first and last time after he left his native place more than half a century ago.However, upon arrival, he found himself a total stranger. While no villagerContinue Reading

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I am tying myself into knots. I undo them and redo them. I am myself knots. I undo and redo. I am knots. I undo them. I knot myself. Undo and redo. I am tying knots into myself. I redo and undo and undo and redo. I am myself, tyingContinue Reading

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“What’s your earliest memory?” asked Ming.“Why are you asking me this?” Hua said.“Because it marks the beginning of your life as a human.”“You’re saying my pre-memory life is not a human one at all?”“Not in the sense that you’re a self-conscious individual.”“Well, you may have a point there…. As farContinue Reading

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i found a discarded memoryin the bluenessof my mindit was covered withan outgrowth of achild that livedin a treehousecovered with a protrusion of greenit was in the wee hoursof that foggy morningwhen small birdscreated new songsfrom old imagessketched from the projectionof knotted twine from their nestpainted withemotional whispersthat was anContinue Reading

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not that one takes a bowafter every two lines this body mostly waternow spoke of in halves or raise one finger after fourgive ourselves an extra hand after six but one might celebrate quietly after eightthis body mostly air now imperfectly squared I’ve worked at Water Street Books in ExeterContinue Reading