How lovely it is / you say / to have
a bed to forget yourself in / in a city
that doesn't love you
— Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Glass City Aubade,” At the Altar of Touch
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Like the sea, I shatter easily when touched by beauty
Like the Sea I Gather All the Shores, Gavin Yuan Gao
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self-portrait as the last wounded stag, by gavin yuan gao in 'at the altar of touch'
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Somewhere
a train wails. The whistle
burrows through the night
like a cold bullet, bearing the news
of a death.
—Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Lullaby” (Wildness 18)
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Atlanta
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How lovely it is / you say / to have a bed to forget yourself in / in a city that doesn’t love you
— Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Glass City Aubade,” At the Altar of Touch
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Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Wild Nothing"
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— Gavin Yuan Gao, "Lullaby"
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Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Lullaby"
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I burn for what's no longer mine.
Gavin Yuan Gao
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“Hold me, I say, the way grief possesses a heart.”
— Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Lullaby".
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Nights shipwrecked / in nameless wanting
— Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Glass City Aubade,” At the Altar of Touch
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“...light refused to veil her absence / & that absence stung like a bellow / puncturing the silence of a valley.”
- Gavin Yuan Gao, “One time my father, crying, drove into the dusk” published in Up The Staircase Quarterly
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Kathryn’s poem ‘Sold Out II’ is out in Issue 16 of Australia’s annually-published foam:e journal. Included in the issue are poems by Alice Allan, Owen Bullock, Barnaby Smith, Maria Takolander, Rose Hunter and Gavin Yuan Gao.
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If we could, we’d live forever / in arcade fluorescence / we’d live
forever in worship / of a neon god
—Gavin Yuan Gao, from “Glass City Aubade” (Hobart, June 2019)
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Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Lullaby"
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