Jill Chan


Sometimes we are reminded
quite unexpectedly
of so much that is not ours.
Then, forgetting for a moment
our emptiness,
something blacker
than hunger,
or something that we cannot
strive to be,
we sit
and let nothing be ours,
just the notion,
the death or
birth of a moment.

Jill Chan is a poet based in Auckland, New Zealand. Her poems have been published in MiPOesias, foam:e, fieralingue Poets’ Corner, Tears in the Fence, Blue Fifth Review, Asia and Pacific Writers Network, Otoliths, JAAM, Poetry New Zealand, Brief, Takahe, Trout, Deep South, Southern Ocean Review, Blackmail Press, and other magazines. She is the author of three collections of poetry: The Smell of Oranges (Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop, 2003), Becoming Someone Who Isn’t (Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop, 2007), and These Hands Are Not Ours, (Earl of Seacliff Art Workshop, 2009.) She is one of the poets featured in the New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive. Official website: http://www.jillchan.net.

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