Born in Jinan, China, and now living in a small town on the west tip of the Montreal island, Steven draws inspiration from his roots and his observation of the world.
He writes his poetry in English, sometimes in Chinese. Gao currently studies history at Concordia University in history. He participated in Twigs & Leaves (a poetry reading event, now defunct) and continues to be a regular participant in another poetry/arts event, Kafé Poe. In his free time, Steven enjoys learning history and doing scale models, as well as photography.
Yet Another Morning… Lost?
The sky is crooked, not like if it were smudged by clouds.
But I feel something’s off.
I see the reflection of the lake, reminding me of blinking fish scales.
At what scale?
– I don’t know.
But they flicker randomly.
Should you trust me with a pinch of salt?
My measuring is off, so is the sky, yet the light is on.
Confused indeed.
Is it another day of hallucination?
Or mental condensation?
I still see ripples dancing.
I hear the morning piano go off key.
I smell the burnt coffee.
I feel the floor quaking.
Not again,
Everything goes off the charts!
Or am I trembling?
Ah! I forgot to adjust my lenses…
