Category Archives: Kim Gewin

Any Chance After Bui Giang (1926-1998) Any chance the four winds halt Who would brush August dust with two hands

Katrina Nowadays you do not need travel south to read North America’s third world

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 Jim Gewin (1954-2005) beyond the gate, a sun grave C++ grief light bouncing

Whole Bench Go West Six Feet Down Four Walls Eight Directions Personal Space

The Three Bloated Corpse Raft the three bloated corpse raft clinging for their lives boat people

New Tomb new tomb bomb hit foul air

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 nine children under tin roof night hot like day cockroaches fly

Saigon Rain Ho Chi Minh street river to the knees motorcycles stop dead three wheel cycle runs