Winter 2012
Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 4
Poetry Translations Fiction Non-fiction Reviews
Ron Riekki
It’s raining dogs, no cats. Gou rain,
where the sky refuses to smile
for days, and nights. Heavenless.
Shadowed near invisible, just able
to make out the thirty-two stories,
the winter monster of a building
that hovers in front of me. The river
of night. Every channel on CCTV
plays one song—La vie en rose
played on bamboo pipes, bird sounds
woven in. Outside, the occasional cricket
of car horns. And a happily-ever-after scream.
© Ron Riekki