Western Virginia Arts began as a workshop I was teaching at Solitude at Virginia Tech. After volunteering at Pilot School & Community Center during that time period I realized there was a great potential for unused community spaces in rural Appalachia to be transformed into literary and art centers which would enhance learning with the help of the local library and community members.
-T. Byron Kelly
Western Virginia Arts
So let it be,
forget the twilight,
skim the clouds,
lower your body.
A piece of leaf falls,
lifted by the cold sea water
in the boundless night.
Stars over the horizon,
too dull however,
to illuminate the dawn.
The legendary lighthouse
hides on the foggy cliff,
its sight shivers.
over and over
with its hoarse throat.
Sands hard to hold
finally gone with wind
back to the vast…
Min Katherine Liu
Departure From Spring
May 6, 2016
Until the last apple petal shriveled
I just found
my favorite spring
has gone away quietly / without a farewell.
The variegated sunlight bickering through
the denser shade of trees
is burning my sensitive eyes and
bewildered heart as well.
Let me flutter my wings of butterfly
to fly back to the dreamlike times!
Let me grow into a high pear blossom tree
and dance in a gust of wind
with sleeves waving between heaven and earth
or be the cherry blossoms drifting profusely
whose fragrant soul with a pink train
overwhelm the lawn,
overwhelm the lake,
overwhelm all the meandering and sentimental memories.
Let me land in a night with the full moon.
Let me stand into a slender white cornel
with the water-like moonlight over me and
make a wish devoutly,
which is as cool as the night dew；
or melt into the amaranthine afterglow
which is overcastting the sky in a drunk dusk
with the crape myrtles all over the hills together
then fall into
a tipsy and gooey dream together.
Let me garland the sun-like primroses
then run and shout in a gale with my feet bare
to pursue the resource of the light!
Let me comb my long hair into
the fine and delicate willow branches
then strike each chord in the throbbing heart in a breeze;
or be an illusory almond blossom tree or magnolia
in the misty rain,
so my distant homestead in my hand
can overlap the familiar tendernesss so closely.
Let my tentacles sweep across the edge of the lightning
and hide among the thick beds of pond reeds
reborn / like the ducklings;
then throw myself into the colorful field
gather some fresh and mild joy* with bitter or sweet taste
the aftertaste is between my lips and teeth.
Let me make a teapot of fresh tea
with the spring-like flowing light at noon
without any reason.
Let me lay down my head on a pillow of
the scents of grass and warm sunshine
listen attentively / how a flower blooms and fades,
then chew the old verse while
sipping the sweet and crystal flavor of Spring.
Let my ethereal sight fly beyond
the float clouds in the high sky
and dive into the sea of Spring deeply.
like a playful kid, who forgets the returning time,
won’t come back shortly;
or be a lover out of mind
drag the bottom of dress tightly,
which is drawing out to leave determinedly,
and choke speechlessly
to assume thus stay in Spring permanently.
Until the last apple petal withered
I understand finally
my enamored spring
has gone away slowly / without a farewell.
An oriole sings her mellow music outside my window
while I drown in my departed dream deeply.
I disregard her idly.
She heaves a sigh, then flies away.
Min Katherine Liu
Note: Fresh and mild joy here means the fresh and mild flavorful wild flowers or vegetables which can be eaten by humans. It is from the poem of the ancient Chinese poet Sushi who wrote “The best flavor in the world is the mild joy ”.
Fall in Fall
November 11, 2018
Fall in fall，
fall in a feast.
All flavors tide forward,
Fall in fall,
fall in the paints.
Heaven's palette overturns,
forget my way back.
leave the honk behind.
my gauzy wings are getting heavy
with chilly frost glistening.
Fall on the soft haystack,
fall in a warm dream.
A lonely Jack-O-lantern smiles
in the hollow,
-Min Katherine Liu
Oh the moon is leaving me
So the moon's deceiving me
But when she comes back around
All her virtue in the air
Sweet delight showing fair
Sunk into the boughs
Portrait faces down
Send me a night song
You're already fading away
Though stars are bright
I'll miss you tonight
She couldn't exactly tell you why she cared for Autumn so much -
Maybe it was the subtle tones of golden that tinged the earth, or the way the blood red leaves reminded her of her wounded heart.
Perhaps it was the thought of everything slipping into a comfortable slumber for a spell, able to forget, for a time, the world.
She loved the crispness of the air, the sharpness of it, puffs of breath evidence that she did in fact still live.
And the thought of everything being reborn again, in the spring time, resonated with her in such a way, that she became a trifle jealous.
Snowhiite is a writer from New Brunswick, Canada.