JinJin Xu is a writer from Shanghai. She is never quite sure what genre she is working in: her short docs have shown in Berlin and Hanoi, and her prose and poems can be found in The Margins, The Common, Millennium Film Journal, Nasty Women Poets, and Women’s Studies Quarterly. She spent the past year traveling across four continents on a Thomas J. Watson Fellowship writing collaboratively with migrant and refugee mothers. She is currently an MFA candidate in Poetry at NYU, where she received the Lillian Vernon Fellowship and teaches hybrid writing workshops.



Also by JinJin Xu: night people


JinJin Xu

There is Still Singing in the Afterlife



October arrives & you are back again no notice no fanfare I look down ripples your name. Blood rises when winds change faces. Waking to sirens across the sea where are you today- today? When winds change come home — I touch my ear it smells of blood. Waking to an ancient terror of land. Bedframe shifting. Hushed lashes dilate your face changing a thousand years late Liang & Zhu circling eternity with out cause metallic wings whip lashing Come — today - today when winds change remember there’s language between us & no thing left to say remember how the river of forgetfulness eighteen courts beneath hell whips for a thousand years until you tenderly misspeak my name how beneath another land Paolo & Francesca still entangle whispering twin souls separated by a single bed sheet — When winds change ask me for a love song I wake dotting bullets a jar of lovely things Come — I can’t quite recall now but we loved once remember? Five thousand years up five thousand down violet vinegar mouths downing two truths burning for nothing brighter. Here my love one last song before you cross the sea & I forget my way home when winds change faces Come — I am singing in that bathtub you loved paired wings scissor my chest songs from a forgotten after pillows soft with out bodies single bed sheet concealing your absence. Please M we loved once remember? my name in the next life rising from winds faces reborn inside another hear me hear you sing —




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