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In camera obscura

not a minstrel show but black humor

run through and through by the seeker

a microdot of light that strikes the far wall

carrying with it images of the outside world

unseen Lo! these many moons

a swath of innocence bled white

by news of the Great War

This film to be screened with Nikola Tesla

in a private room back of the blind pig

a double-shot of Mickey Finn by wireless

brings Persephone to life; dancing

her robe of gossamer adrift and nebulous

gives direction, and he comes up

from underground to join her

And they dance a lightning waltz

paired motes of dust whirled around the room

in Brownian motion, oblivious to poison gas

blown back and forth across the trenches

indiscriminate as the Sphinx with its plague

and knowing no master but the wind

they whirl around and around

grown pale and breathless, desperate

to break away and sow the seeds

of castles in the air

At last, the music stops

and they embrace, a vanishing act

silent as Rudolph Valentino in The Quest of Life

no applause follows, no trace evidence

a mystery for the ages

WC Roberts lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in WC's own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes.
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29 May 2023

We are touched and encouraged to see an overwhelming response from writers from the Sino diaspora as well as BIPOC creators in various parts of the world. And such diverse and daring takes of wuxia and xianxia, from contemporary to the far reaches of space!
By: L Chan
The air was redolent with machine oil; rich and unctuous, and synthesised alcohol, sharper than a knife on the tongue.
“Leaping Crane don’t want me to tell you this,” Poppy continued, “but I’m the most dangerous thing in the West. We’ll get you to your brother safe before you know it.”
Many eons ago, when the first dawn broke over the newborn mortal world, the children of the Heavenly Realm assembled at the Golden Sky Palace.
Winter storm: lightning flashes old ghosts on my blade.
transplanted from your temple and missing the persimmons in bloom
immigrant daughters dodge sharp barbs thrown in ambush 十面埋伏 from all directions
Many trans and marginalised people in our world can do the exact same things that everyone else has done to overcome challenges and find happiness, only for others to come in and do what they want as Ren Woxing did, and probably, when asked why, they would simply say Xiang Wentian: to ask the heavens. And perhaps we the readers, who are told this story from Linghu Chong’s point of view, should do more to question the actions of people before blindly following along to cause harm.
Before the Occupation, righteousness might have meant taking overt stands against the distant invaders of their ancestral homelands through donating money, labour, or expertise to Chinese wartime efforts. Yet during the Occupation, such behaviour would get one killed or suspected of treason; one might find it better to remain discreet and fade into the background, or leave for safer shores. Could one uphold justice and righteousness quietly, subtly, and effectively within such a world of harshness and deprivation?
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