Xiaoou Chen

 

Edited by Oana Maria Cercel. 

Monarchs, a haibun by AJ Johnson

Returning from the river trailhead in early spring I don’t notice them until they are fluttering all around me like dozens of orange-black leaves blown heavenward. 

clouds part

I chase rainbows

on Rose River

A live reading (Oana Maria Cercel).

Transition, a haibun by David Ngo

Ever since Mum made me a kite and I gazed up at the sky, I believed I could fly like Ultraman and E.T, and I wondered what adventures we could have. I once believed the ultimate goal was to break free from the line and follow the wind into the vast. Now I cherish holding on to the final moment. 

high above 

drifting silent 

a bird

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Timothy Daly & Oana Maria Cercel

tulip buds

a resting place 

for winter

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Shine on, a haibun by David Ngo

Amid the rhythm of machines in the ICU, you ride the relentless tide of a stroke, each breath straining to fill your fading lungs—all for one thought: the uncertain future of those left behind. 

    twilight...

    the fading flicker

    of a spark 

(in memoriam, my late mother Ling Boey King, 1936-2025)

—David Ngo

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tangled

in the moonlit clouds

my sobriety

Oana Maria Cercel

missing you

another morning

lasts a year

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hazy hills

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By Timothy Daly and Oana Maria Cercel

 

alone

in the crowd

nameless tree

words Timothy Daly

image Oana Maria Cercel

Oana Maria Cercel & Timothy Daly

kitchen talk his words a rusty knife

Oana Maria Cercel & Timothy Daly

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Flowers

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Sea

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Venice 1

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