This page contains recent poems and poems from recent years. There is also an exhaustive list including almost every poem since 1998.

Back at this corner purplish and blue listening 
     to the streets waking up.

Dale Chou
2023-12-13

Cori likes to play the piano 
when I play the piano.

A note here.
A note there.

"The notes are like birds, 
like feathers," she said. 

"The rests
are like cats.

When the cats come, 
the birds fly away."

Dale Chou
2022-11-08

Those days of dreams and dampness
—of symbols large enough to settle
—of insects pale-almost-translucent
with their fearsome mandibles.
They have their innards stolen; they toil
hard, my wakeful tenants, 
always carving away pieces within me
to stuff their hungry husks.
We fight all the time. I for what I am 
left with; they for the lack.

Dale Chou
2021-12-27

I have stolen words 
from divinity, 

appropriated them 
for personal means; 

these sounds form 
not phrases,

but consonants in 
the dark; 

and I remain
inscrutable and

refusing to pass; 
but I am not. 

No,
I am not.

Dale Chou
2020-05-19