Author: Jun Hua Ea

He comes like Santa Claus in unmagical night, trailing a monster iron-wrought — a hissing, growling, squealing beast burning yellow and red down streets of dispassion. He is agent of convenient oblivion, undertaker of...

Its stench souses the atmosphere of a buried autumn — thick and sharp. “Bring mama a handful, not one at a time!” You chided while mashing fruit between your fingers — eject nut into...

The sun has descended Jersey’s belly as I climb the hill to home. A cold front presses Liberty Street. An old woman flaps beneath a flood of light like moth stripped of a wing...

14.08.16 — 4/4 Stars blaze above sea of blood red hope — the promise of our empire. 14.08.29 TSA ravaged my carry-on, CNN says Obama doesn’t have a plan, ISIS has beheaded our son!...

(for Carter) We are a mystery of becoming: obstinate riping of time; capricious tango of biomolecules; the fervent cleavings of a zygote, fated migrations in gastrulas, urge toward organogenesis; discharged into the world a...

I recall the exodus from Kaoidang: the flight from sprayed bullets into Iron Mountain, the night you hazarded land mines, jungle wild, and the Khmai reds to extract your child from harm. Unfed, barefooted,...

1/4 rage in Ferguson their hands up they shout don’t shoot our empire bides 2/4 Brown robbed the store a curfew for Ferguson not the empire more by JUN HUA EA