first batch of subs to P(oetry)P(acific) received

very excited that we have just received our first batch of poetry subs to our PP! as of right now, we have selected 2 poems from one of the first five submissions, to be posted on dec 3. at the same time, i feel bad about my lousy computer skills and my little learning about how to develop an online journal. a very embarrassing episode: i sent a mass email (call for submission) to the addresses provided by horro zine without knowing enough to ask them for permission first. naturally, the editor got mad and refused to support our little PP, though my apology was accepted. i will never forget the lesson/exprience. -c

Nov. 14 2012 Crashtest

As of today, the editors at Crashtest will be considering one of my poems: "Buddha Beads". Although they have not officially decided to accept it yet, I am still very excited.

The inception of this poem was just from looking at my "counting beads". I was just examining each bead and trying to think of something from my life to represent each one.

Term 1 is soon coming to an end and I will push through. Until then, I have to try and think of new inspirations for new poetry.

Please expect more and better work from me.

Allen Y

POETRY PACIFIC Ready to Go

yesterday, we created our e.zine called POETRY PACIFIC, much sooner than planned, which we hope will last longer than most other small magazines, since this is at least a two-generation project. it has a humble start, but we have great expectations of it.

thanks to the enthusiastic support of my poet friends Joneve and Koon, we posted 6 poems already. a good start.

i will try to solicit poems from established poets on a weekly basis starting from John of Silver Blade. - c

Allen to Be Featured in Poetry Super Highway

I am glad that one of my poems has just been accepted to be featured in Poetry Super Highway for the week from Nov 12 to 18, 2012. This is really helpful since my grade 12 English teacher at my high school has said that she will offer bonus marks to whoever can get something published or to whoever enters a literary contest. Luckily, I have had pieces published throughout September to November. Marks are so vital these days and I assume there's going to be a great mark inflation; everyone seems to be in the A-range these days.

I look forward to the development of this blog and the establishment of Poetry Pacific. Although I have written positive poetry about personal identity, I am beginning to draw inspirations from daily life to write darker pieces. Please look forward to my work-in-progress.

Cheers,
Allen Y

Allen Qing: Sample Work ©

This is the very first poem I have ever published (in the online magazine Mad Swirl, on 7 January 2011, while I was visiting my grandparents  in Jinzhou City, Hurbei Province, China):

Traffic Light

Green, Yellow, Red
Walk
Stop

Yet again I missed the light
What could have been
What should have been

My chance to burst to
The frontier of the background
Defining the jagged shimmer
Of the tender life force

But I wait, pondering
Is this a pre-carved destiny?

Green, Yellow, Red
Walk

Allen Qing Yuan

(added 01.07.11)

editor's note: Hmmmm. Footsteps destined? I think not. I can turn left or right, or right when you think I am starting to turn left. I can change my mind anytime I wish, with no divine manipulation; I'm thinking of a number, any number... DAMN! Missed the light again! - mh 

The following four poems, which have also already appeared in literary journals, seem to be better accepted than other poems I have written::

Komodo Dragon

Staring menacingly at all observers

You being the greatest observer of all

Claws scraping the loose earth

Scaly tail weaving through the sky

Rocky exterior grinding rock

Squinty eyes seeing all

And you wonder

What more is beyond this glass?

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Banana* Blues: For Langston Hughes

I’m bluer than blue

A branch thicker than the root

A banana unlike any other fruit

But my growth has been severed and burned

Like a scale with weight it cannot measure

The music of my white soul

Is melancholy, oppressed

Singing without words

Confined within black bars

I’m bluer than blue

A composer without compositions

A conductor without a baton

To even guide himself

The song beats away as

I’m singing my blues

*American/British/Canadian born Chinese (ABC/BBC/CBC's) are often referred to as 'bananas' because they are yellow-skinned but 'white-hearted.'

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Reality Recreated 

A transcending wheel of regrets

Sprouts forth wisps of choices.

Which world shall you conquer?

A directory of multiple screens,

Different routes, the same ending,

Where everything is really fake

But the enjoyment is surreally real.

An unhappy fairytale, an enchanted traveler

Bestowed with the gears of the mind.

A clockwork so extensive,

It has gone digital

Like a boy at the toy store,

He plays with what isn’t his,

A remote controller browsing fake realities.

Films of futuristic memories

Resurface on calm waters.

A beautiful portrayal distorted by the ripples of time.

One-time routines, impossible horrors, desired fantasies

Forged in the darkness of Helios

Shattered by glows of the god.

A current future passing,

A thought remaining unexplored

What could tonight’s dreams hold?

---------------

China-Charm: For George Lai Yuan

Blood-red intertwined thread of life

Passing through a shadowed low point

The lid, lukewarm, dulled and dusty

Inside the glass of time

A five year old grain of rice

Remains odorless and recognizable

With it, a petite pretty green blue flower

Flourishing without air,

Its potential limited by its surroundings.

In scripted onto the smooth

Yellow-tinged surface of the rice

Are yuan qing, my Chinese name

Looking like two Taoist drawings

It is a single small grain,

But I never forget the wide summer fields

Swaying back and forth without a creak or swish

It hangs high on the high lamp head

Much like the dreams of China in my head

A Charming charm indeed

Restrained but living

Living but not thriving

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Changming: Nominations and Sample Work ©

Saturday, July 21, 2012

2nd Time to Appear in Best Canadian Poetry (2012)

My poem 'Awaiting,' originally published in Dalhousie Review, has recently been selected for inclusion in Best Canadian Poetry in English (2012). This is my second time to be included in the anthology. 

4th Nomination for a Pushcart Prize

Wilderness House Literary Review nominated my poem 'SAWS: A Seasonal Poem' for a Pushcart prize in 2011. For detail, please visit:: http://www.fictionaut.com/forums/general/threads/1448

Friday, March 11, 2011

Nominated for a Pushcart prize for 2010

My [supposedly] experimental work "Word Collage: A Democratic Poem" was nominated by Carcinogenic Poetry (Virgogray Press) for a Puschcart prize for 2010. For more information, please visite:: http://virgograypress.com/2010/11/25/2010-virgogray-press-pushcart-prize-nominees/

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Changming Yuan has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize

My parodic poem "Chansons of a Chinaman" has been nominated by my publisher Leaf Garden Press for a Pushcart Prize in 2009. For more detail, please click on http://leafgardenpress.blogspot.com/

Another poem of mine, titled "S. E. W. N," was also nominated by my publisher Blue Fifth Review for a Pushcart Prize in 2009. For more detail, please click on http://samofthetenthousandthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/bfrs-pushcart-nominations.html

Changming Yuan's monograph titled Politics and Poetics: A Comparative Study of John Keats and Li He was released by LAP Lambert Academic Publishing AG & Co KG (Germany) in September 2009

Product Description

Whether one admits it or not, there is always a close interrelationship between politics and poetics; indeed, even the most blatant denial of interest in anything political signifies nothing less than a political stance. Using various approaches -- thematic, biographical and New Historicist, this book begins with a discussion of 'romanticism' as an important term signifying a cross-cultural literary value and then proceeds to compare John Keats and Li He, both of whom are considered major 'romantic' poets in world literature, in terms of their sociopolitical contexts, their 'patriotic' feeling and rebellious spirit, their abiding concern for human suffering, and their common quest for the ideal. With an in-depth comparison between two representative poets well known for their strong tendencies towards aestheticism in two major literary traditions, the book should thus prove useful and even helpful to anyone interested in the poetry of John Keats or Li He in particular, and to anyone else concerned with the relationship between politics and poetics in general.

available @ http://www.amazon.co.uk/Politics-Poetics-Changming-Yuan/dp/3838309383/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1262147548&sr=8-1

Saturday, October 17, 2009

My debut, full length collection Chansons of A Chinaman was released in September 2009 by Leaf Garden Press

Available at http://www.lulu.com/content/7314871

Chansons of A Chinaman is beyond a collection of poems, which are necessarily personal and sensorial. It is, more notably, classic in the modern, metaphysical in the witty and aesthetic, China’s wisdom and tradition in the English language, for the world; it is a Chinaman (note the tone) singing his own chansons, rather than a forever-silent Other being spoken about, uttering his own voice rather than being uttered for, representing himself rather than being represented. As such, it is nothing less than a great contribution to a great cross-cultural dialogue."

--Dr. Zhijian Tao,
author of Drawing the Dragon: Western European Reinvention of China

"At his best, Changming Yuan's writing both thinks and feels poetically. Add to this his subtle and bold incorporation of wisdom (a very rare commodity in western literary circles today), and we have someone and something interesting on our hands."

--Sebastian Barker
former Editor of the London Magazine
Royal Literary Fund Fellow at the University of Middlesex

"I want to see the world through Changming Yuan's eyes. Where I am reminded that Guinea Pigs are not from Guinea, or pigs. This is the place that the spectacular is lifted out of the mundane. It's where my poetry wants to live."

--Rick Lupert
editor of PoetrySuperHighway.com

"Changming’s language is artful in its simplicity: his conceits are charming. Balanced, writerly phrases marble his poems. His senses are always new and his loyalty to them, and to the sense they make, always pleasure."

--Maggie Morley
editor of POETALK magazine

"Sensual, excessive and sometimes surreal, Chansons of a Chinaman is a rare find in contemporary poetry written on the North American continent; Changming Yuan's work is sincere, without a trace of posturing. The bonus: he’s smart enough to deftly undercut his sincerity with quirk, swerve, and wit."

--Alan May
editor of Apocryphaltext

A sampling from Chansons of a Chinaman

South China Cicada

no human ear has ever heard of you
           

cloistering yourself deep in the soil
          

silently sucking all sounds from roots
    

for more than thirteen years in a row
    

until high up on a summer painted twig

you slough off your earthly self
         

pouring all your being in a single song
           

before the sun sets for the yellow leaf

Secret Spirit

for years I sought light in darkness
 

with my eyes open wide as my mouth
 

I called, I sang, I prayed, I pleaded
 

for rays that might come down from above

 

now I seek darkness in light instead
 

with my ears closed tight as my eyes
 

yet I cannot find a shred of my soul's

shadow, even in a midnight dream

The Calm Clam

with a bow-wow mouth
 

as big as my bald body
  

both lips thin and hard
    

carved in full eloquence

with my tongue grown right


out of my heart and soul

i am surely meant
 

to be a voice empowered
  

for all around me
   

either silt or sediments
  

shining dull and dark
    

with soiled secrets

i often imagine myself


like a free seagull
  

singing at the top tip
    

of a tall coral tree

as myriads of grains
  

of yellowish sand
 

are panned or sifted out
   

from the wild waves
     

galloping ahead

yet color-blind and tone-deaf


i am deeply oppressed
  

under the heavy water

where sharks and squids
 

keep yelling towards the sky
  

above my blue musings

as i withhold my tongue


waiting for a sunny spell
  

to translate my loud pain
      

into a muted pearl

Immigration

To escape from the tyrannical logic
Of your mother tongue
You wandered, wandering
        Through earth’s length and breadth
    Subjecting your old self to another syntax
A whole set of grammatical rules
         Strangely new to your lips and tips
    To expand the map of your mind
        Far beyond your home and haven
Yet in the meantime it becomes colonized
        By all the puzzling paradoxes
    Of this chosen language, for example:
        Quicksand can be very slow
        Boxing rings are in fact square
        And a guinea pig is neither a pig
        Nor is it from Guinea
                Like you or me


Day & Night

If each night rises
Outside each day
There lies a mighty mountain
Where darkness runs wild

You want to climb
Along this trail of light
And hunt for the rising darkness
Even without an arrow


At Sunrise in Summer

You leap from the valley
Like an infant newly delivered
Your umbilical cord just cut off
From mother universe
To establish your own
Circulation of bloody light

Why not get up and open
Every skylight on the roof
Turning on the sun’s big tap
To take a morning shower
And cleanse all the darkness
Accumulated on our skins
tattooed by the night?


Tree and Flower

tender and charming
peach blossoms fallen
into a transparent dream
on the unmowed lawn
whose snoring disturbs
the wakening leaves

i would like to give them
a melodious kiss
but I cannot—
i am the peach tree
still still


Stream Moonset in Autumn

Close your eyes
Stay still
And you can feel
The moon’s silver needles
Softly pointed
Penetrating tranquility
Into your head, hand and heart
Like Chinese acupuncture
Flying balmy filaments
At you and me alike
Although ten thousand miles apart

Open your eyes
The light is streamwater
Spattering down from heaven
Upon your shaded shoulders
Whirling up and splashing about
Into stars, if you can
Catch just one droplet
Hurling it into the backyard
Out of the broken window
Of your fenced mind
The symphony of night
Tender


Human Culture

when i wake up
and open my eyes
i see all my dreams
bounced back from the frames

when i take a shower
and start to sing
i taste my song tart
behind the blurring curtain

when i strive to step
out of my humble house
i feel fences quarreling hard
in the whole neighborhood

when i visit around and
do some blind sightseeing
i smell blood stained
along the castle foot

finally i flee from this world
and hide myself far away
i still seem to hear
the glaring cries from the great wall

delicately hung is this earth
a bluish cage in the universe


In the Bog

As he tries to pull up
His left foot
His right foot gets
Bogged down deeper

Then he has to pull up
His right foot
As his left foot gets
Bogged down in turn

So he wades along
As his twisted figure
Signs its shadow
On the swamp of time


The Statue at the Square

In a powerful whirlwind of whims
All shapes and shadows are swept away

Together with blood-veined autumn leaves
Erasing each human foot print
Mirthfully as if in a childish game
You are the only one left here and now
Still upholding your marble-based ism


Ancestry Worshipping

No, we never planned it that way
But it so happened this seventh summer
I took my twelve-year-young son
To my father’s native village among hairless hills
In the far east end, the other side of the world
Which he had left as a starving orphan
And returned with me in the Mao suit
Like a magic-toyed boomerang
When we were both at Allen’s age
For the first times in our lives

Last time, my father forced the Little Red Guard in me
To kowtow, burn joss sticks and paper money secretly
For his parents, whose dialect had survived
Though I understood it only half-heartedly

This time, I cajoled my boy to grasp a handful of earth
From the grave of my grandma worshipped by villagers
(Her humaneness has supposedly made her a local deity)
And smuggle it to the backyard of our home in Vancouver
Like some foreign seeds prohibited at the customs

As we departed, again, our clan elder chanted:
Under the shade of a new highway
This old grave will soon be erased…


China Charms: at Zhangjiajie
(a UNESCO designated nature park)

Slim, tall and sedate
In the fluffiest garments
Of no human design
Each hill stands like a female model
Trying to display her charm and dignity
As if in a grand fashion show or
Like a fairy maiden at a casual party
Lost in a game unknown to passers-by

Amidst the morning mists
Flirtatious expressions of summer hills
I indulge myself in fits of a lover’s impulses
To give every protruding rock a dry kiss
And every slender tree a huge hug

I cannot help feeling deeply embarrassed
When my allen asks: who are they, dad?


The White Goose

My grandfather was younger than my son
When he died of an undiagnosed disease
Somewhere in the Mid-South China
So we have been told since childhood
He did nothing memorable or forgettable
Left no picture of his or any handwriting
Not even one impression on my father’s senses
(since he was born after he passed away)
But he had bought a big white goose
To protect his infant son in his place
And a single-syllabled family name
Copywriting every little poem
I have composed
In a foreign tongue


The Clay Tripod

Close to the bank of the Yangtze River
Sits an unearthed tripod
That has embraced
Spring water
Burning incense
Sesame oil
Rice wine
Persian perfume
And British opium
The tripod is none other than you
But what is the tripod?


Drawing the Dragon

There was a contest
Once
For the most faithful representation
Of loong
(Or the Chinese dragon)

In England

An inflated Satan
Or was it Sua proper
Came to squat among
The letters

Then stroke by stroke, again
It rose right
Upon
Each slate of white

Mind


The Peril of Watching Too Much TV News

If you watch too much tv about what is going on beyond your living room
You go quite mad
That’s what marco polo used to say every time he saw someone
Watching the big well-washed mouth yabaaing in front of a bigger camera
All their reporters and editors, none of them a true fly on the wall
With their freaky bias and nancy ways of looking at others
Selecting and shuffling words and pictures about evil soviets
Demon chinese, civilized lamas, angel-like looters
Humans biting dogs, johns’ caps on jills’ heads, and the deer called a horned horse
All of em juggled and tripping over one another in your little fragile brain box
Well, it’s a bit like unleashing a whole century’s illusions out of the corral
To stampede right over your ears and eyes
All those colored or uncolored lies
Whirling around inside your poor skull
Beating up storms of yellow dust
So overwhelming you cannot see or hear with your own senses
The real other world which is just the real other world
They claim to be the bars helping cage the most ferocious among us
Yet they are more ferocious than the crowned lion preying around in the jungle
Listen – what I say is
If you believe everything CBB or NCC reports about their edited worlds
You go quite mad


Chinese Chimes: the Unpatented Quadrants

we chinamen, half and quarter chinamen
children of eight or sixteenth chinamen
constantly pounded with a peculiar pride
over our ancestry's four great inventions:

the first was paper to transcribe ancient ballads
but later often used to give ultimata to your emperors
also the printing technique to transmit sages' teachings
but later often used to exhibit your ugliest scars
a third the compass to help find the golden dragon
but later often used to guide your foreign creditors
the last gunpowder to launch fireworks at spring festival
but later often used to bombard your long walls

they chinese, half and quarter chinese
children of eight or sixteenth chinese
baffled with belief, brief belief
that their unknown ancestors happened to invent
the wrong stuffs in the right times
or the right stuffs in the wrong places


Chinese Chimes: Science or Superstition:
The Ancient Theory of the Five Elements Accounts for Us All

1 Metal (born in a year ending in 0 or 1)
-helps water but hinders wood; helped by earth but hindered by fire
he used to be totally dull-colored
because he came from the earth’s inside
now he has become a super-conductor
for cold words, hot pictures and light itself
all being transmitted through his throat

2 Water (born in a year ending in 2 or 3)
-helps wood but hinders fire; helped by metal but hindered by earth
with her transparent tenderness
coded with colorless violence
she is always ready to support
or sink the powerful boat
sailing south

3 Wood (born in a year ending 4 or 5)
-helps fire but hinders earth; helped by water but hindered by metal
rings in rings have been opened or broken
like echoes that roll from home to home
each containing fragments of green
trying to tell their tales
from the forest’s depths

4 Fire (born in a year ending 6 or 7)
-helps earth but hinders metal; helped by wood but hindered by water
your soft power bursting from your ribcage
as enthusiastic as a phoenix is supposed to be
when you fly your lipless kisses
you reach out your hearts
until they are all broken

5 Earth (born in a year ending in 8 or 9)
-helps metal but hinders water; helped by fire but hindered by wood
i think not; therefore, I am not
what I am, but I have a color
the skin my heart wears inside out
tattooed intricately
with footprints of history


Chinese Chimes: The Confession of A Calendar
it all began with an animal race Emperor Jade called to amuse himself and his earthly subjects...

Rat
yes, i admit betraying the cat as my only close friend
but i won the race, with my head rather than my legs

Ox
to honor my contract with the yellow sun
i eat green grass, yet give red meat to man

Tiger
as the only feared king of the thick jungle
i am afraid and tired of my own timidness

Rabbit
with my cagey ears held so high
i will not miss a sound of peace

Dragon
although my portraits hung lively above the clouds
no human eyes have ever seen my authentic being

Snake
the moment i sloughed off my old slim self
i forgot ever seducing any manhood in heaven

Horse
my body looks more masculine than a strong man
and my heart feels more feminine than a tender girl

Goat
when i bleat towards the passers-by
i never mean to speak in an other voice

Monkey
each time i try to find any lice in the corner of my mind
i act like the humans outside the fence with barbed wire

Roaster
with my wings plumed with the feathers of night
i can not fly but to crow loudly towards dawn
Dog
given my canine camaraderie and pack mentality
i feel at home before, among or behind soldiers

Pig
i spend all my lifetime wisely
to guard this single moment
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Plan for Our Own Poetry Journal POETRY PACIFIC

finally, i have come to decide to establish our own poetry journal named Poetry Pacific, sometime in 2013.

i wish to have done so much earlier, for one of my young dreams was to become a publisher.

what has been preventing me from doing so is the that while i have been extremely busy trying to make a decent living since i finished my formal schooling in 1996, i am particularly lousy with computers.

once i learn some basics about online publication, i will start the magazine, first online, and then in print as well.

hopefully within fives years or so, i will start to publish anthologies or books in print.

this is to push myself into some actions, which speak louder than words, as people often say...

Allen Qing's Writing Credits

[Writing Credits up to 31 October 2012] 

Since I began to write poetry towards the end of 2009, I have had poems published or forthcoming in nearly 40 literary magazines across 11 countries, which include::

In print (10)

Canada: Literary Review of Canada, Ottawa Arts Review

India: Taj Mahal Review

United Kingdom: Cannon’s Mouth, Current Accounts, Forward Press (anthology)

United States: Black Magnolias Literary Journal, Cirque, MOBIUS, Spillway

Online (27)

Australia: Cordite Poetry Review, Snorkel

Bulgaria: Public Republic

Canada: Zouch, Toronto Quarterly

France: Paris/Atlantic

New Zealand: Blackmail Press

Nepal: The Applicant

Romania: Contemporary Literary Horizon

Turkey: Istanbul Literary Review

United States: Blinking Cursor, Blue Fifth Review, Chrysalis, Contemporary American Voices, Cynic, Ken*again, Electronic Monsoon, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Madswirl, Mind’s Eye, PoetsWest, A Shot of Ink, Syndic Lit J, UCity Review, Visions with Voices, Your Daily Poem

Country of appearance: Australia, Bulgaria, Canada, France, India, New Zealand, Nepal, Romania, Turkey, United Kingdom, United States

Changming's Writing Credits

[writing credits up to 31 October 2012]

Between 1985 and 1989, I published an English-Chinese dictionary (Beijing University of International Studies Press), two monographs on the English language (Beijing Foreign Trade Education Press), and a dozen journal articles on translation (in such as Translation China, and Foreign Language Teaching). In 1997, Mirror Books (Canada) published my Chinese translation of The Legacy of Tiananmen: China in Disarray. In 2009, my dissertation Politics and Poetics: A Comparative Study of John Keats and Li He was published in a book form by LAP (Germany). Since I began writing poetry in English in late 2004, I have had more than 650 poems published or forthcoming in literary journals / anthologies across 22 countries, which include:

In print (187):

Australia: dotdotdash, Windmills

Austria: Poetry Salzburg Review

Canada: All Rights Reserved, Ars Medica, Birth (Anthology), Canadian Literature, Carte Blanche, CV2, the Dalhousie Review, dANDelion, Descant, Divine Intimacy (Anthology), Earls Court, English 113 F1 (Courseware, Univ. of Alberta), Existere, Feathertale Review, filling Station, Freefall, Grain, Jones Av, Literary Review of Canada, Marriage (Anthology), Matrix, the Nashwaak Review, the New Chief Tongue, the New Quarterly, NoD, One Cool Word, Other Voices, Ottawa Arts Review, Overseas Chinese Poetry (Chinese), Poetry Canada, the Prairie Journal, Queen’s Quarterly, Quills Canada Poetry Magazine, Qwerty, Rampike, Ricepaper, Spirituality (Anthology), Wascana Review, Windsor Review, Vallum, Vancouver Review

Cyprus: Sons of Camus Writers International Journal

Hong Kong (China): Asia Literary Review, Yuan Yang

Germany: SAND Journal

India: Taj Mahal Review

Ireland: Boyne Berries,

Italy: Private: International Review of Black and White Photographs and Texts

Japan: Poetry Kanto

Romania: Contemporary Literary Horizon

Thailand: Destroyer of worlds (anthology), From When and Where (co-authored)

UK: Aligater Stew, Animal Antics(Anthology), Breadline, Brittle Star, Cadenza, Cannon’s Mouth, Current Accounts, Decanto, First Time, Decanto, Forward Press (Anthology, 2009, 2010, 2011), the Journal, the London Magazine, the New Writer, Orbis, Parameter, Pennine Ink, Poetic Hours, Polluto, PostPoetry, Pulsar, Sein und Werden, Turbulence, Visionary Tongue, Voice of the Bard (Anthology), World Strand (Anthology)

US: 580 Split, Abandoned Towers, Ampersand Review, Aries, Baltimore Review, Barrow Street, Black Magnolias Lit J, Byline, Blinking Cursor, Calliope, Burning Word, the Chaffin Journal, CHEST, Chrysanthemum, Cider Press Review, Circles Show, Cirque, Controlled Burn, Crosstimbers, Delmarva Review, Dirtcakes (Anthology), Emerge Literary Journal, Evening Street Review, Fact-Simile, Fairy Tale Review, Flower & Vortexes, FreeFall, Fresh! (Anthology), Grey Sparrow, Hawaii Review, Hidden Oak, IF Poetry Journal, In Our Own Words (Anthology), Inkspill, Instigatorzine, International Poetry Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, Ivy (Chinese), Labletter, Left Curve, Literary Mary Journal, KNOCK, the Mas Tequilas Review, Meadow, Mobius, Nebo, New Binary Press (Anthology), Nibble, Nomad’s Choir, the Other Herald, Out of Our, Overplay/Underdone (Anthology), Palehouse, Penny Ante Feud, Perceptions, Perspectives (anthology), Phati’tude, Poe Little Thing, Poesia, Poetalk, Poetry for the Masses, Pom-Pom-Pomeranian, Porcupine Literary Arts Magazine, Prime Mincer, PRISM Review, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, Red Rock Review, Redactions, Relief (Anthology), Remark, , RHINO, Rune, Rhythm + PUNishment, Saranac Review, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Sentence: A Journal of Prose Poetics, Sephyrus Press Afterlife (Anthology), Shalla Magazine, Side B, Sierra Nevada Review, Solo Novo, SP Quill, Spillway, Straylight, Still Crazy, Stoneboat Review, Sugar House Review, Tales of Talisman, Taproot Magazine, Time of Singing, Tipton Poetry Journal, Tule Review, Ucity Review, Urthona, US-China Review, Vehicle, Vermilion Literary Project, Waterhshed, Westward Quarterly, Willard & Maple, World Literary Today, Write On, Words & Images

Online (400):

Australia: Mascara Review, Otoliths, Peril, Snorkel, Stylus Poetry Journal, Structo

Bulgaria: Public Republic

Canada: Apollo’s Lyre, Ascent Aspirations Magazine, Autumn Leaves, Bywords, Centrifugal Eye, Fieldstone Review, Inscribed, Maynard, Egregious, MTLS, Other C/lutter, Rhythm, Toronto Quarterly, Writers Block, Ygdrasil, Zouch

China (Hong Kong): Cha

Finland: Nokturno

France: Paris/Atlantic

India: Contemporary Literary Review: India, the Four Quarters Magazine, Kritya, New Aesthetic, Thanal

Kwani?:

Italy: Private online

Nepal: The Applicant

New Zealand: Numinous, Rem, Southern Ocean Review

Nigeria: Saraba Magazine

Singapore: Quarterly Literary Review of Singapore

Thailand: Aaron

Turkey: Istanbul Literary Review

UK:, 20X20, Argotist, Conversation Papers, Counter Culture, Dawntreader, Dark Fiction Spotlight, Delinquent, Electric Eel, Erbacce, Horror Zine, Glasgow Review, Greatworks, Gulper Eel, Interpoetry, mgversion2>datura, Nthposition, Parameter, Poetry Scotland, Stub, Twisted Tongue, Winamop

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Poetry Collections: 

1. From When and Where: Three Poets [Paperback]. (co-authored with Hal O'Leary and Jerome Brooke) Thailand: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2012. 

2. Crows in Sunlight [e.chapbook]. Red Box Kite, 2012.

3. Three Poets: Voices from the West Coast [e.book]. (co-authored with Koon Woon and Joneve McCormick). Seattle: Goldfish Press, 2011.

4. Chansons of a Chinaman [Paperback]. Murfreesboro, TN: Leaf Garden Press, 2009.

In particular, I have work included in Best Canadian Poetry (2012, 2009) and BestNewPoemsOnline (2011); also, I have been nominated four times for the Pushcart Prize, and invited to read my poetry at Seattle’s Hugo Coffee House, during the Word On the Street Vancouver Festival and on other occasions.

father-son comraderie in poetry

we, changming and allen qing yuan, start our joint poetry blogsite today.

brief bionote of father]:  Changming Yuan, 4-time Pushcart nominee and author of Chansons of a Chinaman, grew up in an impoverished village in central southern China and published several monographs before moving to Canada as an international student. With a PhD in English, Changming currently works as an independent teacher in Vancouver; his poetry appears in nearly 600 literary journals/anthologies across 23 countries, including Asia Literary Review, Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Exquisite Corpse, London Magazine, Paris/Atlantic, Poetry Kanto, Poetry Salzburg Review, SAND and Taj Mahal Review.  

brief bionote of son]:  Allen Qing Yuan, born in Canada and aged 17, currently attends high school in Vancouver and, since grade 10,  has had poems published or forthcoming in more than 40 literary journals across 12 countries, which include Blue Fifth Review, Cannon's Mouth, Cirque, Cordite Poetry Review, Istanbul Literary Review, Literary Review of Canada, MOBIUS, Paris/Atlantic, PoetsWest, Spillway, Taj Mahal Review and Toronto Quarterly. 

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