Author Archives: Clara Kang
Assignment 3: Amaze Me
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Assignment 2
Renga
Silence
The hugest house without life, humming
Bzzzzzzzz Hoooooolahlahlah, a heartbeat. Maybe?
There didn’t appear to be any sign of life in his old, pale, wrinkled body.
His face was as dry as old bread.
And that was all.
Despite the better efforts of most tabby cats
Trevor, the British tabby, did the only thing he knew
he put his coffee cup on the table at lunch,
where Amber threw up the day before.
“Did you see her today?” I bleated.
“Those are the most straight arms I’ve ever seen!”
Assignment 1: Place Poem
Swings
In the midst of stars, books, dreams and dust
An amicable ghost pushing the swings
Back and forth
Back and forth.
A swing that is surely more than a decade old
Carrying the anthology of local romance stories
Breakups and closures
As if marking their stories
On a steel-made infrastructure
Would make them permanent.
The ghost, now, the only one
To hear and feel the stories
Returning for the same ones
Again and again
Again and again.
@1450 Parkway Blvd, Coquitlam, BC V3E 3L2
Event Poem: School Day
Open the door-no, don’t-take a deep breath first.
Now, open the door.
Walk through the corridor pretending making eye contact and saying ‘hi’ to strangers are in your inner nature.
Turn the lock to the right twice, to the left once, to the right once more.
Open the locker door-no, don’t-remove the lock first.
Now, open the locker door.
Put your hurley backpack making sure the logo is facing outwards.
Get your stuff, walk to your classroom, again playing the pretend game.
Open the door-no, don’t-take a deep breath first.
Now, open the door.
A Poem Addressing an Audience
Dear Mom
I am 27,
Not 7.
Be home by midnight, you say.
Nay, I say, nay.
I can walk, run, ride and drive.
I can find my way home.
Men are wolves*;
Taxis are dangerous;
Bears are at large,
You warn.
Puh-lease, I say, please.
* In Korean culture, people refer to men as wolves to imply that they are alimalistic and rapacious.