Any Chance by Kim Gewin
Any Chance After Bui Giang (1926-1998) Any chance the four winds halt Who would brush August dust with two hands
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Katrina by Kim Gewin
Katrina Nowadays you do not need travel south to read North America’s third world
To Whom I Shall Sell The Moon by Kim Gewin
To Whom I Shall Sell The Moon After Han Mac Tu (1912-1940) To whom I shall sell the moon that lies on the branch of the Crimson Bottlebrush
Sun Grave by Kim Gewin
Sun Grave Jim Gewin (1954-2005) beyond the gate, a sun grave C++ grief light bouncing
Whole Bench by Kim Gewin
Whole Bench Go West Six Feet Down Four Walls Eight Directions Personal Space
The Three Bloated Corpse Raft by Kim Gewin
The Three Bloated Corpse Raft the three bloated corpse raft clinging for their lives boat people
New Tomb by Kim Gewin
New Tomb new tomb bomb hit foul air
I Know by Kim Gewin
I Know what you’ve given a child I keep I dig I dig I dig I dig I dig I dig a poem out of me
Saigon Summer by Kim Gewin
Saigon Summer nine children under tin roof night hot like day cockroaches fly
Saigon Rain by Kim Gewin
Saigon Rain Ho Chi Minh street river to the knees motorcycles stop dead three wheel cycle runs