Poetics: Corvids, a crow-themed anthology from Bainbridge Island Press, is now available for pre-order. It features two poems by me, “Corvid Thanatology” and “Twa Corbies.” POETICS: Corvids explores the ancient kinship between ravens, crows, and their corvid kin through the lens of contemporary poetry. This inaugural volume brings together diverse voices examining these intelligent, mysteriousContinue reading “POETICS: CORVIDS Anthology from Bainbridge Island Press & Pushcart Prize Nomination”
Category Archives: Poetry
Becoming Horizon, Hanahaki, & Gardeners
Three of my poems, “Becoming Horizon,” “Gardeners,” and “Hanahaki,” have now been published in Sequestrum Literary Journal, along with a Q&A with yours truly.
Where Are You Really From?
Winner of the 2021 Empower Her* Voice Creative Writing Contest. Judge Cheryl Buchanan commented: “From its captivating first line, People are rarely satisfied with Massachusetts, which leads the reader all over the globe and back, this poem is a reclamation and a ride through our geography, our history, and our collective quest to identify, categorize,Continue reading “Where Are You Really From?”
Winner of the Empower Her* Voice 2021 Creative Writing Contest
My poem “Where Are You Really From?” won first prize in the poetry category of Empower Her* Voice‘s 2021 Creative Writing Contest on the theme of Stereotypes and Perceptions. According to their website, “EmpowerHer*Voice is a platform that spotlights the innovative vision and lived experiences of people of marginalised genders worldwide. Our platform brings togetherContinue reading “Winner of the Empower Her* Voice 2021 Creative Writing Contest”
Longlisted for the Palette Poetry 2021 Emerging Poet Prize
Read more on their website. Congratulations to all the winners, finalists, and fellow longlisters!
Ode to My Muscles
The words for you were hidden in your fibers,
buried in your tissue, emblazoned instructions
on every cell membrane to jerk, shake, whirl, and beat
to a rhythm of your own making,
as if I were meant to dance while still . . .
Ledger of Doubts, Unmasked
At CVS, a woman toes the tape line
marking a safe six feet from where I stand.
She stares at me slantwise, suspicious,
and turns away when I meet her gaze . . .
Minidoka to Austin
Texas doesn’t know what to make of her.
Is she white or colored? Rice-paper skin
folds at the corners of her origami eyes,
black like her hair. Mexican? they guess . . .
Do You Speak Chinese?
No. Those rising tones, tense as a violin
note suspended on a string, died with my grandfather
when I was too young to remember his funeral
except for the juice box I drank from:
Juicy Juice, green apple . . .
Amanda Grace Shu 