Andrew Z Hsu Poems

He cries.
The troll of his fears has crept upon him,
As deadly as a
Needle pulling blood.
...

Deeply rooted in every valley
The faith of all men swelter
With the heat of red hills—
Oh the red hills,
...

Tick, Tock-
Time is ticking,
Stop.
Let the words of wasted hours
...

One,
tw o,
th r ee
f o u r,
...

Underneath the hazel eyes
An aurora of shimmering colors
...