Someone circulated quietly around the room.
We were two sides of the same glass
I’m learning, each day, what it may mean to live.
Twenty-one writers interpret the genre
Poets share what draws them to the genre
Following the brush
Like a snake smelling your wrist when you bend
to pick a toad lily
Each wave, larger than the one before.
Pulled up in the net of memory
Only light moves fast enough for me.
zuihitsu for group c
I have never met anyone who looked like me.
I walk back into the city, which wraps round me like velvet trimmed with stars.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter what’s in my hands, but how my hands hold
Oh, my windowsill garden: bloom!
Flooded with bright orange and yellow the painting completes itself.
Of course, there are common words
there is no self just rapture
The roar of life through a thimble.
If I stay shut, I’m just my pair of eyes.
I will be bird to your wire.
what if this is not about blood at all?
“domestic bliss” and “it brings a tomorrow feeling”
Satsuki Shibuya’s “Zuihitsu: Peaceful” and “Zuihitsu: Fiery”
Queer poet Ching-In Chen’s letter to their younger self procures its epistolary strength from the loosely connected ideas of the zuihitsu.