New book What We Give: a novella has just been published as a free ebook at https://en.calameo.com/books/005063882e0b5bfd690e8
This is my third book of prose. It tells of a widow and her ruminations about life with her husband, her doubts and doubtfulness, his exactness and charm, and the consequences of death.
“Let us remember our loved ones, our lovers who took us again and again without fail, without success, only with love, by love.
Let’s think about his presencethe one we miss, beside us in bed, beside us in the car, in front of us at the table, beside us walking arm in arm at the park.
Let’s feel his love, gone now, but still here. Still everywhere we are.”
Freshly published. My latest collection of poetry is now available as a paperback at Amazon.com
Jill Chan’s sixth book of poetry is a selection of her best work with the theme of faith and belief. The sequence “What To Believe,” an 18-part tour de force, is filled with uncanny precision and beautiful language. It asks more than answers, seeks more than finds:
how we steal
the most empty places
just to be sure
of our honesty
Submit to the online literary magazine of short fiction, Subtle Fiction, found at http://subtlefiction.wordpress.com
As of mid-August, we have work scheduled up to late-September but we are always on the lookout for good work.
Subtle Fiction is in the list of literary magazines in NewPages, Poets & Writers, Every Writers Resource, Duotrope, The Submission Grinder, and DL Shirey’s The Short List. Thank you to all the people behind these resources.
Thank you so much.
I’m delighted that one of my poems has been accepted for publication in Poetry NZ Yearbook 52, coming in March 2018. Many thanks to the editor, Jack Ross.
Time moves more slowly these days. I feel I am not running after my life anymore. I can rest. I can enjoy the light of the day more.
Today, I walked in the park, at one point, alone. Alone, time moves faster. As if it were a companion. As if we were talking and the day was listening. And the trees were there in the silence of the present.
Two of my poems have been accepted by The Tower Journal, edited by Mary Ann Sullivan. Publication is in mid-September. Thank you, Mary Ann.
Sections of my poem “Silence” in the latest issue of Otoliths. Thank you very much, Mark Young.
excerpt from Chapter 3
There is heat. And there is the sun. You are the one, husband. You are all my ones together. All the lusts in the desert are you. All the water in the ocean. The seven seas.
The seven continents. The beauty of seven colours. Wisdom of every shade. Knowledge of every fruit.
Love, I am undone by you. I want to love you more now that you are gone.
Is that possible?
I talk to you everyday. You are with me all the time.
The degrees of geometry. The chemistry of love. The height of architecture. The sweet music of voice, of silence. Your voice.
The touch of geography. The valley and the fields. The politics of cartography.
Everything I see is you. Comes from you.
My desk has a lamp, three pens, three notebooks, one hundred pages of blank paper.
Every time I write, I think of you.
I wrote about my friend today. I wrote about my mother and my father today.
I thought of you. But I left the words to you.