The afternoon of April 29, 2026 (in between spring & summer)
Toronto, Canada
The poems are created through a collaborative process. One person starts by writing a question, then folds the paper to hide it and passes it to the next person. The next person cannot see what was written before and writes a response, then folds the paper again and passes it on. Each participant repeats this process in turn. To help the poem make some sense, each person tells the next what kind of question they wrote (such as where, how, why, etc.), without revealing the actual content. In some cases, the number of lines for questions and responses varies. This idea is first inspired by a form I encountered on the Chinese social media called “double-blind poetry”（双盲诗）.
#1
Why does the rabbit hunt the moon?
I don’t know
-- I want it all to make sense!
How do you make sense of the world, young snake?
It was waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and…
When will you shed your skin?
Next Saturday.
Where will you slither to if not home?
In a rainy place next to the Sun.
Who are you? Who am I?
Your siblings and your mother.
What is your heart’s dark desire?
What? You are asking what?
Why do you endure this stagnation?
Because we were meant to be more, now.
How? How? How!
By way of tongue or sword.
Why do you live the way you do?
You know, there was the Big Bang, and it all came into place.
#2
Who is responsible for your life…?
A traveller.
Where would the traveller go?
The shadows in the undercurrent.
Who are you trying to become? And how long will it take to get there? …
A cat -- a mysterious cat -- over winter and spring.
Must you be so foolishly hopeful?
Maybe not; allow fate to be the arbiter of this one.
And how will it/you transpire?
Over a hill, underneath an oak tree, with winds blowing, just sitting there.
Would you stay? Or would you betray me?
Only when and if it benefits a made-up version of yourself.
Can you exist without meaningfulness abound?
I can dream about it. I’ll try.
#3
Where would a haunted house be located?
Nobody’s home
-- You know already where it goes. It’s where you last remember it to be.
Where would the entrance be tho?
The depths of your yearning
-- In the back of your mind…
It glows from the inside, and is forever there waiting.
Will you go back?
Will you go back?
Raid my soul & take back what is mine
-- No.
#4
Why does the last bird crow?
Dance! Just dance!
-- I want to know too.
How did this come to pass?
Doesn’t matter! It is what it is
-- Fire & water came to earth
Where will you find the pieces of your heart you left behind?
Over the clouds, and
-- Underneath, six miles underground
