Thursday 30 May 2024

Five Poems by Ann Huang

 



Self Portrait  

 

Pampered by our moon, or your light, 

like monkeys, believers of our world.  

Or settle in a wooden cottage as you wish, 

in a life like the one we’ve had.  

I will need to ask you for more 

if you allow our love to survive life, 

or allow our stories to survive death, 

or if I will be able to live through it all again.  

My monkey, like the believer of everyone’s world, 

to be pampered by everyone’s moonlight 

In our world, we 

dwell in a space near your ash— 

like the novelty of any moment, 

fine and bright.  

 

 

Love Evolution 

 

Who sees the wonders in your voice? 
Who sees the smile on my face when you break ice? 

 
Who knows your unblemished love? 
What made me a woman of joy with burned stoves? 

 
Someone has to deploy all; 
Someone has lost his (/blue) kale. 

 
Who wants to take me to the orifice? 
Why need my name for the sacrifice? 

 

Ann— the ‘grace’ spill of a girl withstanding the altar 
Who keeps your light in her dark swirls. 

 

 

Witchy and Wonderful 

 

The plants that converge to your vegetable garden 

are showing all things yours are forsaken. 

It is erroneous you and I are connected by flesh, tight 

by hurricanes and lulling waves, evenings brightened 

with no ecstasy. My words have kept you alive 

the ways you imagined. Or now you’ve  

become the Space-Oddity Man. The tastes on my tongue delved 

in your skin’s flavour. The many kings before you favoured 

dust like diamonds in their headrests, and more love 

gets sold to whom knife-pleat by the mundane. 

Twelve-year-old Frenchie snore-slept in her queen bed, 

outside my prison ward, asphalt-black ravens and yellow eyeballs 

attacking. This is what’s left of us. You, up in my ceiling, 

pages turned, commanding all but generalizing. 

 

 

Last Debacle (June 1st, 2023) 

                       After A.E. Stallings “Frist Miracle” 

 

His soul is like a garnet stone 

Shining, indelibly bound to who has made it reborn— 

 

The discovery of a foreign hardness so marvellous  

Wandering lust beyond the pig-feet calluses 

 

Melting into the Popocatepetl or juxtaposing his fate 

With the procession, many decades are preceding his mate.  

 

His liver shrunk his heart and painted his bed sheets 

Whereas he received her love in million beats; 

 

He meant to renew his cosmic ordinance; however 

He forfeited his candour with fleeting anger.  

 

 

All the Love 

 

All the love there is in you 

Till your words begin to fly 

Crazily  

Against my blank page; 

 

All the love you’ve given to me 

Till your new world  

Begins to separate 

Our archaic life; 

 

All your love and cry for time-being before _______  

Till your words begin to feel  

Real:  ____________  

A world that is undivided and divine. 

 

Ann Huang is a multilingual Chinese American poet, filmmaker and visual artist based in Newport Beach, CA. Her poetry has been featured in Denver Quarterly, Alexandria Quarterly, Ruth Stone, FENCE, CONFRONTATION, Poets Choice, Adelaide Lit Mag, Contemporary Verse 2, Rue Scribe, The Blue Mountain Review, The Elevation Review, Helen Lit Mag, The Florida Review, The Bare Life Review, The Bookends Review, Tiny Seed Journal, The Write Launch and Verse Wrights. She's Ephemera's June 2023 Poet. Her latest manuscript Garden by The Glass Door is the Wisconsin Poetry Series' 2024 Semi-Finalist.  

 

 

 
 

 

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