QI-MEI JAMIE TANG
Poetry
Poetry was my first love as an outlet for self-expression that knows no bounds. But I am no longer a poet. A poet must peel their pleasures and wounds. Eventually, past loves become yesterday’s love.
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An Ode to Jaja
In 2016, my older brother was crossing the road in front of my current high school when a car hit him. I wanted to be a supportive force by putting my sentiments aside. Hence, I did not grieve for my brother until the COVID-19 pandemic reminded me of the memories we shared.
She Wore Stars in Her Hair
In this villanelle, I wanted to experiment with my book ideas inspired by the Chinese wuxia "martial arts world" novels that I grew up with.
Daughter
Learning never came easy. My parents often left Shakespeare's works lying around the house. When I was in 2nd grade, I found a scarlet-red copy of Romeo and Juliet. From that day onwards, I walked circles around the house acting out the parts. Many aspects of early modern English are found in my poetry.