Aetherspills
from the sky
burns holes in polyester
coat me in white powder
I shake drops from my eyes;
. . .
concrete
environmentalism
climate
Ellen Chang-Richardson
Award-winning poet, writer, and editor of Taiwanese and Chinese Cambodian descent • multi-genre writing in Augur, The Fiddlehead, third coast magazine, Room, and more • Debut collection forthcoming Spring 2024 with Buckrider Books (Wolsak & Wynn)
Ottawa, Canada
Selected work (6 publications)
sandblast ( ) skies open as I plunge silver splinters into fabric
the colour of my skin threading sirens threading
scarlet on the edges of the sun they sit —
darling, listen to me, pay attention:
these particles are we made of the same sand
. . .
experimental
abstract
Nyctalopian. the inability to see in dim light
Reason drips and to me it speaks
to my radical, lost dreams it shrieks yet suits
on Wall Street they say, they say,
what are you doing, where are you going?
Compartmentalize these things.
. . .
dreams
capitalism
wall street
the middle grounduncertain violence traverses an
ancient route, brutalities hidden while we
are taught the wisdom of human
commerce and capitalism.
we are cogs, a whole
made of parts
standing in shadows
. . .
ekphrasis
ocean
trade