About CC

Yuan Changming grew up in rural China, started to learn the English alphabet in Shanghai at age 19 and published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations and publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & Best New Poems Online, among 1569 others across 43 countries. He can be contacted through email: changmingyuan@gmail.com.

1. White Crow

Perching long in my heart

Is a white crow that no one has

Ever seen, but everyone may

Long to be.

Always ready

To fly out, as if hoping to bring back

A glistening seed or a colorful feather

To festoon its nest.

2. This Thought

This is the thought that is

Sailing along the horizon.

This is the thought ready to fall

Finally from the leaf-tip at dawn.

This is the thought looming afar

Beyond the stark mountains.

This is the thought newly taken

Out of the water by the swordsmith.

This is the thought with a bloated shape

Wrapping the whole world up in the mind.

This is the thought running amuck

Naked, never able to find a shelter.

This is the thought driving the wheels

Of history, back and forth, without stop.

3. Man, As He Really Is

Is far beyond God’s imagination

Let alone understanding

If you really love Earth, you wouldn’t be

Afraid to show it to the world, let alone her

Most websites don’t even last fourteen

Months, let alone fourteen years

They never thought they’d be able to do

Any serious reading, let alone thinking

Some people can’t help inventing lies

Let alone telling them

The sun shines on you but not on me

Let alone my shadow

I always expect the world to leave me

Alone, let alone my poetry

4. Megmetaphysics

Few are really aware of

Such universes

Existing beyond our own

Even fewer of so many other versions

Of selfhood living

In each of them, let alone

This simple secret:

At the depth of consciousness

Lives a quantum

Or soul as we prefer to call it

A particle, demon and/or angel dancing

The same dance afar, far apart

In an entanglement

5. Chip

You’ve died, but will live again

As a robot.

If life by chip,

Life by circuit, life by muted moment

Antennals;

More, coordinating machine.

You will perceive what you contact:

Mega-Physics.

How you will be sensing:

Every sensible, sensitive signal.

You recognize, Human.

I recognize, i.hooyeau.

Processing the info.

The way a scientist does

A human mind does.