Author

Sherice Kong

Browsing

(I): Library The woman in the glasses sits skeleton and quiet behind the desk of mahogany-carved gates of hell. Her eyes like gray bullets molten and shaped in hard cast-iron fire crushed and pressed beneath the silver days of youth. The child in the ill-fitting shorts lost and entangled in the endless enchantment of prose Words will-o’-the-wisp wave forth wonders. The whispers of bedeviled imps cannot penetrate the fortress of this library. The child in…

When the days are cold, I fill them with words; When the nights grow weary, the lessons I’ve learned. The names I’ve forgotten, the faces that fade, They come back as ghosts in the stories I’ve spurned. Instead I will sit with my chin in the shade, My feet still basking beneath the yellow sun. Out of words, out of song, out of reason or rhythm; I have my own guild but it consists of…

A goose goes slowly on the path “Nothing like an evil stash” It thinks, so it waddles to the puddle On the ground, hoping to find a bubble Of dry food or gold, but alas there was none. The goose waddled onwards, not the one to stop until it was done, Waddling waddling waddling until it came upon a town That it was so deep in the woods that up was down. The unbothered goose…

Is now the day for her eternal sleep? Must fate find her quaking at the footsteps of her fears? If only time would turn a favorable eye, But alas, it is already too late! In her bloody palms she holds scorched flowers, And soothes the slain petals with her voice in vain. The blind army marches toward her in perfect formation, Yet none will live to weep for her wretched soul. As she slowly closes…

I keep it strapped, taped, sealed The tightest it can be Until its polished edges are digging Digging deep into my chest Cutting into my skin. My brother lost it once. He was twenty-five. He wore it and flaunted it And then he lost it, And I never saw him again. My father lost it once too. When we were young, he told us Constantly, the story of how he got it And then he…

Grains of sand washed away in the tide and I weep at escaping foam I see dotted fish that graze at liberty and wish I was that free The pearly seafoam wraps my body in an ever-changing dress If I was a fish then I would live in the water allowed chance to be carefree The salt that stings the wounds of some is to me a well-known treat If I was at sea I…

I wish there was a way to know, That the 2010s, the decade of our childhood, was coming to an end. Unreal anticipation of 2020, like wearing a perfect contact lens. They say: 20/20 vision. Okay, now, let’s do some division. We in June, the sixth month. Surely we have quite a story for our grandsons. We’ve had so far, violence and unrest, so many deaths and much distress. A whole pandemic, and racial injustice…

There once was a lad named Humphrey Who shat on the side of a tree From grey to brown They hosed that shit down He payed a mighty fine fee There once was a lad named Bryan Who routinely had sex with a lion Never a hurry Their baby was furry We should sacrifice that shit like the Mayans Small and frail little Alice Yet filled with incredible malice Just one look your way The…

Time is a Sopwith Camel, flying in figure eights The smoke-trails sutured against a nimbus tapestry stay in place Camels were never meant to fly Now the pilot is dead, and the war is over And the soil has been fed with strange humors of children Of gold, of guts, of glory among happy endings Come home But across the dining table, a mother laments the place-mat stains and empty chairs While father cries facing…

Thine eyes shine as bright as the twinkling sky above. But thine eyes of starlight are placed in a heavenly face, as peaceful, why, as beautiful as an angel. Thou, based in a high tower, look down upon all. O, what would it be like to see through thine eyes? Blesséd, shining that hold me in thrall, stopping me in mine tracks. I shall, a shrine, build for thee. Filled with treats as sweet as…