Caucasian and Homeless in Beijing
Matt Cooper Guest Poet These are what sounds I dream The squall of a single erhu bowed sings ancient low notes and trickles eastern arias from the peak of mount Lingshan. with the cries of Sakamoto’s piano and the pleasant murmur of my dog’s snore as she dreams of ham bones and unborn puppies. These… Continue reading Caucasian and Homeless in Beijing