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The AAJ is accepting submissions for the Fall / Winter 2006 edition. Send your stories (fiction and non-fiction), poetry, artwork, photography in digital format to: AsianAmericanJournal @ gmail.com, or meet up with Editor James Han (jchan @ic.sunysb.edu) to give your work to him, or drop anything off at the AA E-Zine office in Union 071. |
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Sometimes, miracles do happen And when they do It’s like you’re soaring on a cloud
And there I was riding about the highest clouds Far above the nimbus clouds Hovering over the stratus clouds Indeed, I was perched on the whimsical cirrus Looking down on everything Looking down on all the other clouds Laughing, loving
But I should have known better Than to think Such a fanciful thought Could ever last Cirrus The most graceful of the clouds But also the least substance It had to happen one day Everything falls
Falling fast Faster Faster Right into the stratus But I was falling too fast Right into the nimbus Where condensation collected about dust Growing fuller and richer until it swelled up like a bee sting And as the needle ruptured the sac Everything fell And there was nothing to catch me but the ground
Darkness
I regained consciousness Looked up at all the clouds above me Pretty clouds They look a lot nicer from down here Next time, I thought, I’ll know better than to perch myself Atop such a flimsy cloud
--- James Han
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