jae ming jue
Jae Ming Jue has been writing in compulsive spurts since he was a small boy growing up in Chicago's south side. His writing process is not unlike giving birth to children--painful with a long period of time in-between kids. Currently he's germinating poems about various cities he's lived in before arriving in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared at The Banyan Review, Verse Libre Quarterly, The Real Eight View, Erosha, and Circle Magazine with poems upcoming in Pemmican, and Three Cup Morning. Although he has no deeper understanding of Life's mysteries, he feels, he imagines, and he writes. firstname.lastname@example.org
Rain in Los Angeles
Tears of heaven pour
A frozen heartbeat, red
My flesh pushed down by the hours
Neither did the change to green provide me suture
I tread quickly on
A pair of black cats cut my stride.
Not a gentle hand
I trick myself. Alone I leap over staring eyes.
Up concrete steps, thru a heavy door.
Neighbors across the hall
I lay myself down on cold solitude.
And I stare.
A Flat Tire
Arms waving and men hollering
I think to myself
A woman hollers indignation
Tighten the lugs
As i back the car into
I begin to know
maybe the dinner
maybe the dinner.
Shadows creep upon the edges of moonbeams
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