Chia-Lun Chang (b.1986) is a New York-based writer born in Taipei, Taiwan. Chang engages in poetry, nonfiction, playwriting, translation, painting and collage. She is the author of the chapbook, One Day We Become Whites, No, Dear/Small Anchor Press (2016).

Her recent works can be found in Lithub, The Home School, The Brooklyn Rail, iO Poetry, and 92nd Street Y. Chang is a recipient of Poets House Fellowship, New York, NY (2016); The Center for Book Arts fellowship, New York, NY (2015); Brown University-Tougaloo College partnership scholarship, Providence, RI (2011); and The Ministry of Education of Taiwan teaching fellowship, Vietnam (2009).

Chang holds a B.F.A. from Tougaloo College, a B.A. in Business Administration and a minor in Teaching Chinese as a Second Language from Chung Yuan Christian University and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Long Island University.

Featured Image Photo Credit: Courtesy of the Artist

Myself
When I was five or six, I thought life was long. One second could be an hour, a year, an endless ride. Now I’m 26 years old and I know life is short. Yesterday was on the edge of blue, but painting it yellow will not extend it.
Before I die,
What will I remember?
I’m only going to remember,
the moment
the door opened to a bright longing
receiving a heavy letter
warm hands on tangled hills
showers under the sunshine
a sticky body lugging the unending road
the moment
lovers turned away from my anticipation
when the ink spilled on my notebook
the first flight with a lilac skyline
your poignant, paradoxical, bushed face
when I woke up at 3am, opened the window in the gale, smelling these leftover emotions
to go, to leave, to be alone
running to a last minute movie
the lights plucking me out a grey hair
There is no time for affection!
Nothing is coincidence
After gales of laughter, spring is back
so I will just jump on a tricolor train to meet my darlings