The hangover’s heat has still not subsided in my brain chest and throat
The sunset at the end of the street is as red as a red traffic light So in fact the red traffic light is also as red as the sunset always has been
Sometimes people hurrying past might be spirits in your life You do not know what she thinks what tongues she speaks but the elegance of her fingertips tells you from the first second she can dance she is a dancer
Sometimes I rely on my fantasy to maintain my poetry Escape the noise for a brief moment of peace
I so wish it were you transformed into rain knocking at my window I wish it were your faltering voice singing me to sleep and I were a leaf silently drifting behind you Or the hairdryer’s heat warming your bed Make things write things live life
I’m sorry I almost forgot the softness of your skin the heat and chill of your embrace You were my sunrise my sunset but I’m already starting to lose the shape of my muse I stare at the road beneath my feet its original roughness the stones’ scattered patterns gaps full of sand This true beauty enough to make me forget the cold wind The blankness of the moment enough to swallow me whole When I return I just forget the unease I am even more convinced that my brain, this container really can’t hold all that much Looking at birds crossing the sky above I forget my frozen feet below Beauty flows so readily that there may be less sadness
I listen to music write some words watch the wind think of sand think of stones think of his whispers stop turning back find life in seconds right here right now
Darkness makes me think Darkness comes early now These days I want to change into a tree standing still Sleep when darkness falls breathe when the sun rises never mourn the death of a leaf never fear the worms in my heart never await the bird’s brief visit or reach for the sky high above Feel this calm then grow
A calm sorrow spreads when I catch a glimpse of a shadow a glimpse of the past Not just her red coat or the fragrance of her skin Something consumes me I forget the time and my cola This indulgence maybe just an illusion The sorrow growing inch by inch scares me My body is invaded my nerves are gnawed I don’t have the comfort of alcohol and yet I am spinning I want to cry and yet I am happy I don’t understand this feeling All I know is I do not love this glimpse of a shadow I am still looking for you
I can’t recall the trains all that clearly I no longer feel true summer heat The air is not humid now Watermelon has become expensive
It is in this moment that music tears me apart How I want to walk into the future just one day down the timeline May it allow me to stop missing the past
Meng-Chieh Lu Illustration; Graphic/ Layout design Meng-Chieh Lu is a Taiwanese artist and designer. Her educational background is art and design. She completed her Master of Art degree in University of Edinburgh, College of Arts, in 2015. See more of her works on her webpage here: www. cargocollective.com/mengchiehlu
Pengfei Li Poems; Translations Pengfei Li is Chinese. He had education background of product design and craft. However, he is still struggling to find the best way to describe himself. Designer? Craftsman? Artist? Anyway, he will find out eventually. All we know is at this moment, you can call him a Poet. Get in touch with him through Wechat: 704714253.
Jellyfish Press Project management; translations This is the first zine produced by Jellyfish Press. The next project is already in the making. We love all things pretty, paper and poetry. If you do too, then follow us on Twitter and Instagram (always @jellyfish_press).
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