Mao Zi, a native of Yidu, Hubei Province, was born in the 1960s and now lives in Yichang. A small number of works can be found in magazines such as "Poetry Magazine", "Yangtze River Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Exploration", "Chinese Poetry", and "People's Literature".
Aria
Alive. I gain a little confidence from poetry
Stealing warmth from women
Other than that, only books have a lasting relationship with me
The content in them People and things are quickly confused with the life I have experienced
What else is like words, destroying and waking me up again
Think about there is always a pair of shoes, a piece of clothing and a day
Become ashes with me
This makes me feel compassion for all trivial things
Yesterday, I went to the cemetery again
That place can give me nothing but silence
They told me: Death is just a matter of life...
Being alone
By the river The man carrying water kept a big river in a bucket
At certain moments, the moon also crawled in
He was surprised at how easy it was
It feeds a lonely species
He enjoys such solitude
Like tapping an old typewriter, he is in the woods
Pause or Walking around
But sometimes he also thinks about the city he escaped from
Are the people sleeping there?
Is there a UFO?
Flying quietly over it
Thinking like this, he fell asleep
He dreamed that he became a green one on the street late at night
Mailbox
——Lonely and outdated, but full of softness and warmth
Roads from all directions
Poetry of migration
Staying at home, but constantly moving
Not long ago, I followed Chekhov and moved to Sakhalin Island
This man who is 104 years older than me doesn’t know< /p>
I come from the country of Liaozhai, I don’t know
The ghosts there are as kind as the prisoners here
He doesn’t know either, at the same time
I traveled to more places. For example, Paris bars where painters and lunatics gather
Parisian bars
For example, the empty mountains in ancient China are rich in chrysanthemums, wine and wine
Under the long pavilion
An old friend who came here
I like this ability to clone oneself. Like the soul
Like a transport plane, airdropping countless me
into different eras and lives
And any song I am about to write Poems are all them
The place where we meet
They are like screens, blank
But they stage the waves and legends of the past and present...
< p> Yu ZhaotaiMy father carried this name with him throughout his life on earth
He also carried it with him in his household registration, files and various documents.
They were once a whole, but now they are separated
Now, "Yu Zhaotai" is still "Yu Zhaotai", but his father
has used his ashes to cancel himself.