I laud my feet against
the summer grass, & around me
crickets are juiced by the leg,
pushing the world to a spring. it is quiet along
the river. near me, a boy sets(More …)
Vincent Hao is an aspiring writer who attends the Liberal Arts and Science Academy in Austin, Texas. He enjoys reading poetry and writes in a variety of different styles in his spare time. His work is forthcoming in The Adroit Journal and ANOMALY Magazine . His favorite writers are Thomas Pynchon, Ocean Vuong, and Carolyn Forché, and his favorite movie is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind , due to its beauty and complexity. The most amazing image he as seen is the vantage down his sidewalk at night, when the sky is dark and bathed in insect songs, and the street lamps carry small patches of the world beneath their ambient frames.
I laud my feet against
the summer grass, & around me
crickets are juiced by the leg,
pushing the world to a spring. it is quiet along
the river. near me, a boy sets(More …)
i move in with my father. this is the day i am born. there is an ulcer against
my thigh. he pretends to be a doctor. there is a scar on his side.
all the same, he says. they cut it off of me. we visit his hometown.
i ask him why all the flowers are made of little hands.
the ground forgot itself, he says. that is the last time we speak.
he leaves on a business trip, dressed in a black suit and slacks.
at home i sleep on a burning bed. i dream of a red train, filled
with words. they overflow off the engine. they fall into my lap.
i wonder what it means when i catch crucifix and tongue.
you are too much, i say. no one in particular listens. i find myself(More …)
this is beautiful: the sky, waking in triples. my father,
over breakfast talking about the computer his team
will build. he talks with the corners of his jaw taking
life of their own, creasing & wiping off chardonnay
lips in unison. on the tv a man with a baseball bat
beats another to a scar. behind him the sky(More …)