by Chi Le Chuan
     trs. by Wang Ping

One white, one red, one black
Three horses are drinking at the riverbank

They drink at their own pace, some up, some down
Sometimes their heads reach the river at the same time

As if a river were flowing
Out of their mouths

As their minds flow from the river source
Still innocent, clear, undisturbed

The sun is setting slowly
A man watches, without blinking

How a river disappears into the night
Held in the mouths of three horses

by Chi Le Chuan
     trs. by Wang Ping

It just rained, and puddle
Gathered like a gorge, a few kids
Marched into the water, kicking
Stomping on their childhood without suspicion . . .

One child picked up a water bottle, and
put it in the snakeskin bag of the vagabond
Across the street.  He was
Followed by the other kids . . .

The puddle became quiet for a few minutes
Shining, as if
This small body of water has gathered
All the light of this world

by An Wanmei
     trs. by Sophia Kidd

today my luck’s
real good
or maybe not so good
i often walk
this very road
and see
twelve dear random
people who kiss me
i am shy
and don’t look up

by An Wanmei
     trs. by Sophia Kidd

at first
i’m in the woods
looking for
a mushroom diamond alien
i look for so long
and only find a person just like me
we’re like oh yeah oh yeah   inviting each other
to the top of the tree to sit
and cross our legs   oh yeah oh yeah
listen to the sound of the roaring wind