“A Warrior and Her Unicorn” © Bonnie Matthews Brock


Telephone wires

The maps in the gallery are a mangled mess of roots:
The east dragon and the west dragon can’t seem to work out
where their tails should fall,
Monkey King is journeying to the north instead of the west
they could close their eyes and trace with nails the zebra crossings in
          the ocean
I struggle to find my way around old land,
incapable of asking for directions in the right language
The translator doesn’t work. It says my great grandfather was a pirate,
when he was a swashbuckling doctor who carried lion heads across the
just so the new infants can find some piece of their ghosts, one day,
The swaying telephone wires are as lost as I am,
with telegraphs tossed against the windows of the wrong lands
One day, will the ghosts of the shipwrecks at the museum take me
where the telephone wires go?
Meanwhile, I will clutch the ends of the rotary phone, circling and
like they had once done to say, the bombs are falling and we can’t go
listening to the uncertain lullabies rushing across before it’s too late
to write down the nautical sagas of the lion heads and their last


Nina Anin is a poet from Asia, where she is a student attending secondary school.

Bonnie Matthews Brock is a Florida-based photographer, as well as a school psychologist. Her images have been published in Ibbetson Street, The Somerville Times, Oddball Magazine, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, and Wild Roof Journal. Her work is archived at Harvard University, the University of Buffalo, and Poets House in NYC. Bonnie loves to capture, in images, a very wide range of subjects, and to learn and experiment with shooting and editing techniques.