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Thanks to a residency at EcoHealth, my verse these days finds inspiration in the specter of future pandemics; for my dissertation at LMU München, where I tutor composition and edit a poetry weekly, I'm anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson's sonnets—I also teach at MVHS and lead the Amerikahaus Literary Circle.


Spring Snow

by Arthur Sze

A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. 
In a month, you will forget, then remember 
when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind. 

I will remember when I brake to a stop, 
and a hubcap rolls through the intersection. 
An angry man grinds pepper onto his salad; 

it is how you nail a tin amulet ear 
into the lintel. If, in deep emotion, we are 
possessed by the idea of possession, 

we can never lose to recover what is ours. 
Sounds of an abacus are amplified and condensed 
to resemble sounds of hail on a tin roof, 

but mind opens to the smell of lightening. 
Bodies were vaporized to shadows by intense heat; 
in memory people outline bodies on walls. 

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