The Snow Globe A poem by Jackie Chou The Snow Globe As a child in the snowless city, I looked into a snow globe, the closest thing to a white Christmas I ever saw. I shook the glass, so the tiny... Continue Reading →
Housemates A poem by Jackie Chou Housemates I see you in my memoryas I look out the bus windowat the swaying palms and cars passing by.You appear in flashes of smilesand puffs of weed smoke you exhaled.I recollect its grassy scent, which you... Continue Reading →
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