“Grey Days” by Renee Melchert Thorpe

Grey Daysby Renee Melchert Thorpe Rashed and raw Hong Kong,I heave a grey day sigh.Out there: Dense, low figmentsclamp the city, misting the favouredand the forgotten, any and all. This secret rooftop escape is a good placeto look down on the fog,while at the same time,this rough brick, resisting old paint, makes it a rushtoContinue reading ““Grey Days” by Renee Melchert Thorpe”

“Yellow Stains on Your Chinese Blue” by Felix Chow

Yellow Stains on Your Chinese Blueby Felix Chow It is impolite to wake the dying, silvery maotai on their lips.You were taught to love the old. They love Mao, and voteblue. Can you love them still? Too yellow for your Chinese skin. Said yeh yehchopping peppercorns, their scent a reminderof the birds teargassed to bits.Continue reading ““Yellow Stains on Your Chinese Blue” by Felix Chow”

“Flowers” by Ysabelle Cheung

Flowersby Ysabelle Cheung on tuesday a new flower shop opened in our neighborhoodand immediately announced it was going out of business. lilies for a dollar, orchids for two, and everywhere i saw people with bouquets for the flowers would soon be extinct. There had been reports of how they were tired of life and howContinue reading ““Flowers” by Ysabelle Cheung”

“Up Against the Walls” and “The Social Life of Bricks” by Ilaria Maria Sala

Two Poemsby Ilaria Maria Sala UP AGAINST THE WALLS Do the walls talk, where you are now? Do they scream? Do they burst out with exclamation marks?Or maybe they are silenced, like ours? I often wonder if you can understand meIf you can understand all of usAs we are here, up against the wallsLetting our eyes glideContinue reading ““Up Against the Walls” and “The Social Life of Bricks” by Ilaria Maria Sala”

“Other Umbrellas” by Paola Caronni

☂☂☂☂☂Other Umbrellasby Paola Caronni Like totem poles on sacred land,big yellow umbrellas stand fixedon the Mediterranean shore.They stand in rowswith their extended welcoming ribs,and flutter in the salty breezeor mid-year drizzle. Other umbrellastussle in the subtropical summer dampnessof the stifled Fragrant Harbour.Teargas and pepper spraylower their proud ferrules.Beanbag roundsclatter their vulnerable canopies. Umbrellas once brightContinue reading ““Other Umbrellas” by Paola Caronni”

“An Elephant of Foam—Under COVID-19” by Chan Lai-kuen

An Elephant of Foam—Under COVID-19by Chan Lai-kuen July 2020 You know and I knowThere is something hereAn elephant of foamJust we do not talk about itAbout where it comes fromThey know and we knowAnd they know that we knowWhere it comes fromAnd how it floatsA blanket around meA blanket around youIt’s bigIt’s warmIt’s the colourContinue reading ““An Elephant of Foam—Under COVID-19” by Chan Lai-kuen”

“After Diane Favro” by Jocelin Chan

After Diane Favroby Jocelin Chan “A Walk through Republican Rome, 52 B.C.”, in The Urban Image of Augustan Rome, 24–41. New York. this is your tour guide, an archaeology on footof a city that lurks under the strata of its heirwhat you don’t know is that i know this city wellthe insulae with crumbling foundations inContinue reading ““After Diane Favro” by Jocelin Chan”

“Value 3: Fairness, Impartiality, and Compassion in All our Dealings” by Jason S Polley

☂☂☂☂☂Value 3: Fairness, Impartiality, and Compassion in All our Dealingsby Jason S Polley Take Five.(New Territories Rooftop.)On the privilegiosity of the limousine caste.I never thought that Hong Kong would become this situation because no one would know that the government is being so strong to refuse to apologise and doing any change for this TheContinue reading ““Value 3: Fairness, Impartiality, and Compassion in All our Dealings” by Jason S Polley”

“There is a Season Waiting Behind This One” by Collier Nogues

There is a Season Waiting Behind This Oneby Collier Nogues Editor’s Note: This poem was specially commissioned for “The Writing Life Beyond COVID-10: A Virtual Residency” (3-9 August 2020, jointly organised by Cha: An Asian Literary Journal and the newly founded Mongrel Writers Residence. Photograph © Oliver Farry. How to cite: Nogues, Collier. “There is a Season Waiting Behind ThisContinue reading ““There is a Season Waiting Behind This One” by Collier Nogues”

“The End of Policing” by Cheng Tim Tim

The End of Policingby Cheng Tim Tim —thinking HK, China, the US, Greece, the Philippines, Kenya and elsewhereIt’s easier to dream of the end of Covid-19 / than the end of policing. I can think of the day / when the curve is flattened to alarm almost no one / but I can’t think ofContinue reading ““The End of Policing” by Cheng Tim Tim”

Three Poems (詩三首) by Jacky Yuen 阮文略, translated by Nick Admussen

☂☂☂☂☂Three Poems (詩三首) by Jacky Yuen 阮文略, translated by Nick Admussen TRAVELLERS  Want to rent the sort of residencewith a window opening onto vast fields of starsA light boat at the dock, ready to row out into the universeBehind the house there’s a train stationwhere overnight trains shuttle between our world and kingdom comeOn itsContinue reading “Three Poems (詩三首) by Jacky Yuen 阮文略, translated by Nick Admussen”

“Roads ∙ Square ∙ Roads (道路 ∙ 廣場 ∙ 道路)” by Stuart Lau 劉偉成, translated by Karen Hung Curtis

☂☂☂☂☂Roads ∙ Square ∙ Roads by Stuart Lau 劉偉成, translated by Karen Hung Curtis ROADS ∙ SQUARE ∙ ROADS When roads are opened by umbrellasinto a squarecars stop to erase our memorywith their wheelswe look for the rain we’ve been praying forthe heart of the square has no centreour armour, take roots in dreamsthe rainContinue reading ““Roads ∙ Square ∙ Roads (道路 ∙ 廣場 ∙ 道路)” by Stuart Lau 劉偉成, translated by Karen Hung Curtis”

“Divergent Views on the Hong Kong Protests” by Michael O’Sullivan

☂☂☂☂☂Divergent Views on the Hong Kong Protestsby Michael O’Sullivan ICOLINThe Protests Make for Good TV The protests make for good TVI’ve let my hair and Netflix goThere’s bombs and guns and tear gas roundsBetter than any other show I protest surf, discredit content threadsTelegram, LIHKG, even check out TVB,The violence, feeds, and content drops areContinue reading ““Divergent Views on the Hong Kong Protests” by Michael O’Sullivan”

Two Poems (詩兩首) by Cao Shuying 曹疏影, translated by Andrea Lingenfelter

☂☂☂☂☂Two Poems (詩兩首)by Cao Shuying 曹疏影, translated by Andrea Lingenfelter AN EYE FOR AN EYE the time came andall of the lights shot into my eyeand were extinguished before that instanti wanted so much to let all this lightlinger like that in our most  cherished, most tender spots all that we love deeply and holdContinue reading “Two Poems (詩兩首) by Cao Shuying 曹疏影, translated by Andrea Lingenfelter”

Two Poems (詩兩首) by Derek Chung 鍾國強, translated by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho

☂☂☂☂☂Two Poems (詩兩首)by Derek Chung 鍾國強, translated by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho FORGET NOT Forgetting is near. What are we rushing to clamber over?Blood and sweat of three million people only to demand a fictive rope?Are there balloons up there? Only billowing clouds As though the screaming across the city has muted its own criesTurning into fistsContinue reading “Two Poems (詩兩首) by Derek Chung 鍾國強, translated by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho”

Four Poems (詩四首) by Liu Waitong 廖偉棠, translated by Lucas Klein

☂☂☂☂☂Four Poems (詩四首) by Liu Waitong 廖偉棠, translated by Lucas Klein TWO MILLION AND ONE After white snow is black snowafter two million is two million and one.The numbers that come after will always add onto himtattoos coming after will always seep bloodyou cannot remove his raincoat. After yellow is a golden torrentto replace theContinue reading “Four Poems (詩四首) by Liu Waitong 廖偉棠, translated by Lucas Klein”

“Combustion Continuum” by Leo Cosmiano Baltar

Combustion Continuumby Leo Cosmiano Baltar I can only eye everything fromhere: the lampshade, peering through partial darkness; weekend magazines, scattered on the floor. I must have forgotten to stack them in pile. Outside, a waterscape. The evening news before me knows no subsiding. It accelerates across the room like exhaust gases exiting a flue. Headlines in spontaneous ignition. A blinding heat. Equal parts consuming and exposing.Continue reading ““Combustion Continuum” by Leo Cosmiano Baltar”