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.

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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