BLAST from HEARTH

Foreword by NHUXUAN HUA

It’s a sunny winter morning.
Cold wind blows through the windows without knocking.
Only a few fragments of the dream remain.
My body is displaced from one place to another,
Sometimes against my will.
I quite liked the pixelated islands I saw,
They looked like crystals from the distance.
Here, a powdery pink barracuda is circling around the sun.
The water has turned into stone and I’m thirsty.
It feels like days and nights have travelled without me.
That morning when I woke up, I saw George’s letter.
He is collecting regrets on paper again,
Travelling tomorrow across Russia and meeting the volcanoes
To throw secrets of the ones ready to confess
Into the big red mouth of the giant lady with the fire dress.