Potential Titles: Sally Wen Mao
Jan. 1st, 2011 07:09 pmA castaway in a city without shores - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Blows Out Sixteen Candles"
If I take my time machine back to sixteen - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Blows Out Sixteen Candles"
Sixteen wishes extinguish and burn - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Blows Out Sixteen Candles"
Who inherit my warnings, victories, and failures - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong has Breakfast at Tiffany's"
Cast one glance westward - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Treachery in my movements - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Saw my sisters in the sawmills - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Lush throats throttled by nephrite - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Slip into the diabolical roles I've played - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The coldest winter since weather went live - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Pale legs exposed to infernal snow - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The spotlight flatters every flaw - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
My ovation is for the shadows - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The applause is meant for the stars - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Collect my germs and make a fountain - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Dirt's ammunition against discipline - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
A city of fetid promise - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Our skin is rust and metal - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Dreamt the worst was over - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Fields of lilies sharper than razors - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Their pleas were like a river - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Snowblind with grief - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Drinks a vial of amnesia - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
And access its truest aroma - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
The urban sprawl swallowing her - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Got caught stealing a candy bar - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Trillions of atoms spinning inside her body - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Blueprint of urban catastrophe - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
The bioluminscent waters of his youth - Sally Wen Mao "Nucleation"
Adorn the self to be adored - Sally Wen Mao "Nucleation"
Silent but silver-tongued - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Have worshipped so many lies - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
The fragility of a porcelain bowl - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Recovering the silenced history - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
All its ghosts still shudder through us - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
In our libraries, in our bloodstreams - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Wore a smile only I could see - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Rush past the bewildered lives before us - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
A belt of ghosts trailing after - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Where slain umbrellas travel across the Hudson River - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
So ghosts can't dial me at midnight - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
At midnight with the hunger of hunters - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
An echo chamber behind her eyes - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Under this tunnel of endless shadows - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Of all that is extinct and oncoming - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Then I am not a stranger here - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Taunts you for the mileage of your solitude - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
And the sun spins us another lonely cycle - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
The tides quiver and the galaxies tilt - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
You'll wonder if this compass will ever change - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
The sun doesn't need more heat - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
Before the cliffs jag downward - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The color of the shore that welcomes - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The color of the roses that spy - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The counterfeit letters she sends to herself - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The sea that swallows our stories - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
A chance to restore the color - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
Forge a desert with my own arms - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The ocean that drowns the liars - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
Follow bobcat tracks to the lake - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Towers over its frail reflection - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Stop showing off wounds to strangers - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Some perverse shadow puppet flailing - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Inside the theater of her brooding, restless heart - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Catching up to the speed of rue and awe - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
What selves have we buried alive, what selves have we survived? - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
On a field of ghostly wildflowers - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
The cathedrals we've built out of sorrow - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Poet's bio at poetryfoundation.org.
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If I take my time machine back to sixteen - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Blows Out Sixteen Candles"
Sixteen wishes extinguish and burn - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Blows Out Sixteen Candles"
Who inherit my warnings, victories, and failures - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong has Breakfast at Tiffany's"
Cast one glance westward - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Treachery in my movements - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Saw my sisters in the sawmills - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong on Silent Films"
Lush throats throttled by nephrite - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Slip into the diabolical roles I've played - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The coldest winter since weather went live - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Pale legs exposed to infernal snow - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The spotlight flatters every flaw - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
My ovation is for the shadows - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
The applause is meant for the stars - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Rates the Runway"
Collect my germs and make a fountain - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Dirt's ammunition against discipline - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
A city of fetid promise - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Our skin is rust and metal - Sally Wen Mao "Anna May Wong Stars as Cyborg #86"
Dreamt the worst was over - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Fields of lilies sharper than razors - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Their pleas were like a river - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Snowblind with grief - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
Drinks a vial of amnesia - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
And access its truest aroma - Sally Wen Mao "The Belladonna of Sadness"
The urban sprawl swallowing her - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Got caught stealing a candy bar - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Trillions of atoms spinning inside her body - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
Blueprint of urban catastrophe - Sally Wen Mao "Inauguration Poem"
The bioluminscent waters of his youth - Sally Wen Mao "Nucleation"
Adorn the self to be adored - Sally Wen Mao "Nucleation"
Silent but silver-tongued - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Have worshipped so many lies - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
The fragility of a porcelain bowl - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Recovering the silenced history - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
All its ghosts still shudder through us - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
In our libraries, in our bloodstreams - Sally Wen Mao "Occidentalism"
Wore a smile only I could see - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Rush past the bewildered lives before us - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
A belt of ghosts trailing after - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Where slain umbrellas travel across the Hudson River - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
So ghosts can't dial me at midnight - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
At midnight with the hunger of hunters - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
An echo chamber behind her eyes - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Under this tunnel of endless shadows - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Of all that is extinct and oncoming - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Then I am not a stranger here - Sally Wen Mao "Resurrection"
Taunts you for the mileage of your solitude - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
And the sun spins us another lonely cycle - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
The tides quiver and the galaxies tilt - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
You'll wonder if this compass will ever change - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
The sun doesn't need more heat - Sally Wen Mao "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles"
Before the cliffs jag downward - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The color of the shore that welcomes - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The color of the roses that spy - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The counterfeit letters she sends to herself - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The sea that swallows our stories - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
A chance to restore the color - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
Forge a desert with my own arms - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
The ocean that drowns the liars - Sally Wen Mao "The Toll of the Sea"
Follow bobcat tracks to the lake - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Towers over its frail reflection - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Stop showing off wounds to strangers - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Some perverse shadow puppet flailing - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Inside the theater of her brooding, restless heart - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Catching up to the speed of rue and awe - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
What selves have we buried alive, what selves have we survived? - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
On a field of ghostly wildflowers - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
The cathedrals we've built out of sorrow - Sally Wen Mao "Willow, Stop Weeping"
Poet's bio at poetryfoundation.org.
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