it is august and what have you lost? tell me and i will show you mine i will point you to the billboard hanging over the side of the freeway and the billboard will point you to my heart (heart beating. heart out of my chest and in my hand. heart falling to the floor… Continue reading august (heart poem)
poetry enters— brings me flowers and a hundred different words for them: bloom, spring, the rise and fall of your breaths. comes & shows me a way in a different light. says here are your metaphors use them wisely, excessively, abundantly, or not at all. i listen, i write,i turn my hands… Continue reading The Poet Falls in Love
One. i breathe deeply and imagine myself flickering like sunlight falling through leaves: a trick of light, and it is possible i am here to tell you it is possible. to become a blade of grass and the wind that blows through it, the damp soil and the laughter and the forever. it is spring.… Continue reading 3 poems
An ode to Spring. A love letter to the feeling of sunlight on your face. A re-examination of loneliness. A reminder of growth. The first break of light splitting through the clouds. A spring cleaning of the heart. Bloom 'expanded', 2019. Second edition. First edition published in 2016. Words and photographs by Anthea Yang Book… Continue reading Bloom
And if we are known for anything perhaps it is only for the ruining we do. All this red and look who they named us after. And the aftermath of it all? Silence. A world in mourning. Forgiveness. And maybe in the next life we get to do it right. Start again. Send people out… Continue reading Love On Other Planets
There are rooms in homes where no light gets in. I want to say that is me. I want to say there is something pounding against my chest that isn’t my heart. There are already so many poems— I trip over them, find them soaking into my back when I lie on the grass, hear… Continue reading Moonless
Summer, August '17 — 1. They tell us that the people we love are 72.8% water. There is no such thing as crying, we are only trying to turn ourselves inside out. (Lewis Mundt) 2. to lie in the sun to float face up to have your limbs sink into the gentle grass to be… Continue reading Water Bodies: Slovenia
ANTHEA YANG 