If I could mend this place,Your heart, my soulRight nowThe way that a few stitchesjust mendedmy dog’s toyWe’d be happy and wholeLike him
Poetry
what do I write in the fog of war
what do I write in the fog of warwhile saving the worldfrom inside my door? a strain-the-brain treatisewith an overwrought thesis? or a manifesto on… ammo furlough joe blow … Read More ›
Hell is not some abstract place
Hell is not some abstract place,Deep beneath the earth,Where villains go who fall from grace,Forever stripped of worth. It’s where I made my bed last night,The one I soaked with tears;It’s where the rays of morning lightExposed my reigning fears…. Read More ›
Food and Family
Mid-Autumn Festival The day Dad would bring home Mooncakes filled with red or mung bean paste; With any luck, we’d find a generous chunk Or two Of those orange-yellow duck yolks— Like treasures in a chest, Or even better, a… Read More ›
A Prayer on 9/11 Remembrance Day
At least three generations of my family have born the scars of war and political instability. We were and continue to be politically insignificant people caught between the oppression of Japanese imperialism and the unmatched destructive capacity of U.S. military might, casualties… Read More ›
Mourning the Departed Among Us
When you hear a person talk about “losing someone,” death is likely the first thing that comes to mind. There are, however, significant ways of “losing” a loved one to something other than death – something that feels an awful lot like a death, but the… Read More ›
‘Twas the Week Before Christmas – A Mother’s Tale
I thought I’d take a break this week from my usual routine and have a bit of fun as we prepare for Christmas. This poem has been adapted, of course, from Clement Clarke Moore’s famous work, “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.”… Read More ›
My Daughter, My Beloved
The following poem is dedicated to the girl at Spring Valley High School in Columbia, South Carolina who was recently placed in foster care and then experienced a brutal assault at school by a police officer. My Daughter, My Beloved… Read More ›
A Lament for Mother Emanuel
I have heard the voices of The voices of my sisters, And I have heard the voices of The voices of my brothers, Echoing loudly in the canyons of time, Crying for freedom in rhythm and rhyme, Joining together in… Read More ›
Praying for our Enemies
You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes… Read More ›
Life Reconsidered - Judy Wu Dominick 