Be mindful where your bare feet fall, Fear not the proclaimed poppy tall, Listen not to any demon's call, Try not to drop the fragile ball. Treat others with a heart that's kind, Remember it's your own free mind, Don't be strayed, nor unforgivingly blind, Leave not your conscience far behind. Stand strong and mighty as the elm, Ever mindful that you have the helm, Try not to be too overwhelmed, Many hands will help you in this realm. Tread ever lightly in our plane, Push not against this earthly grain, Cause not you heart unpleasant strain, And upon your path you shall remain.
I cut off my hair –
No power did I divest.
No fear walking the tiger’s lair.
Not a head was turned,
As I wander through the rest.
No power the fiend – renounced.
My heart had been tempered –
Still it hammers in my chest,
The loss freshly remembered.
One hand reached out
Reviving only the best.
My heart began to shout –
All doubt washed aside,
My mind held no great contest –
True friends will always abide.
I’ve had a poem published in a previous Cha issue – it is a good exercise and rewarding experience… also good exposure if you are fortunate enough to get published 🙂
Cha: An Asian Literary Journalis now accepting submissions for “Writing Japan,” an edition of the journal devoted to work from and/or about Japan.
Our special issue “Writing Japan” encompasses writing from and/or about Japan, broadly imagined. We hope to feature work by Japanese writers and non-Japanese writers writing in relation to Japan, as well as work that challenges fixed ideas about Japanese identity and the Japanese experience. We are looking for idiosyncratic and intelligent work that explores the various meanings of “Writing Japan.”
Cha‘s “Writing Japan” issue will feature translations, poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and visual art. The issue will be published in June 2017. If you have something original to say about Japan, we would like to hear from you. Please note that we can only accept submissions in English or translated into English.
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