CLARA CHIU
She is tying a ribbon, now. If only she could hear me. Oh, the things I would say. / I want to tell her she’s lovely, like my daughter, glassy-eyed and eternal. / I want to make her lovely, like I made my daughter, drifting in the water. / I’m pressing hard against the glass, against the surface, and I can almost reach her….Continue Reading Won’t You Stay Awhile
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Returning to the Christmas House
CLARA CHIU
The worn trail of your back and forth, lacing floorboards with footsteps, with a premonition that rattles the interior. Shiver and call it awe, please and thank you. At the hearth, the chairs arranged to watch evenings arrive; a domestic tableau we enter with practiced distraction. Here is the firewood, halved into silence….Continue Reading Returning to the Christmas House
The Moldau
CLARA CHIU
And in those gaps that mediate truth, I’ll wait for you in the field we talked of,…Continue Reading The Moldau
Saudade
CLARA CHIU
The envelopes began arriving over two months ago: blank white rectangles slipped through the mailslot at odd hours of the day. …Continue Reading Saudade