You get on.

You don’t see me.

You take the seat two rows in front of me.

I see your backside, the back of your head, your dark brown, somewhat frizzed and wavy hair. For some reason, I don’t tap you on the back, or your shoulder (I see you turn around—surprised, smiling, your eyes sparkling, an underwater cavernous limestone blue—‘Hey, when did you get on?’ you ask, and try to stand up as you jolt forward, your body leaving your seat, as you find a way to balance yourself and move toward me)—but I stay still, and we remain where we are.

I watch you. I don’t see your face. It’s a strange feeling, as if I were no longer me, or were somewhere else completely, or I had simply disappeared, evaporated, from here and now. It occurs to me I had never up until then, seen you. In your completeness.

In your solitude.

I wonder what you are like without me.

Yourself plus the world minus me.


by HC Hsu

from Middle of the Night, a book in the works to appear from Deerbrook Editions sometime in 2015
also author of Love is Sweeter,

He also has a translation of Chinese dissident and 2010 Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiaobo’s official biography coming out in 2015 by Rowman & Littlefield.

On Borrowed time


Borrowed time. Lucky, in other
words, beaten the odds, gotten
an extension on any manner of
conditions. Artificial time.
We pay the ultimate percentage
for borrowed time but there is
no better imitation.
As with many clichés, the meaning
has been eroded, we don’t think
of meaning with such sound bites
as they exist to avoid actual
complexity, emotion; like a password
for agreement on cynicism, on
unmentionable death or some
life changing financial outcome,
about to take us off grid.

Improves with age

The life of the persimmon could be literary. Persimmons are the edible fruit of a number of species of trees in the genus Diospyros. The word Diospyros comes from the ancient Greek words “Dios” (διός) and “pyros” (πυρος). In context, this means more or less “divine fruit”, though its literal meaning is closer to “Wheat of Zeus”.[2][3] It is, however, sufficiently confusing to have given rise to some curious interpretations, such as “God’s pear” and “Jove’s fire”. The Modern Greek name for the fruit is λωτός (lotos) which leads modern Greeks to the assumption that this is the lotus referred to in Homer‘sOdyssey.

Persimmons ripen over time.

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