Shel Zhou Shel Zhou

Adding Green Onions

“though the table feels empty, with me alone / the air thick with unspoken words, / I savor this bowl, finding comfort”

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Shel Zhou Shel Zhou

Mother

“Her brow breaks like the tide…”

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Shel Zhou Shel Zhou

The Painting of Ophelia

“I, too, carry the burden of blooms: / chrysanthemums of achievement, / ivy of promises, entwined too tight—”

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