Tribute~Lisha Ryan

By Lisha Ruan

what the mist hides
a crowned child drinks up
the purple in the sunset
the grain the chest

as it is becoming too late
I counsel you not to
sell your silver spoons or your
old naive promises

a corkscrew turning
a bird looks east and closes
its greasy psalms
the window the liaisons

those who lie to help
someone who could tell you
a god’s liver — those who
cut it up like their own



Lisha Ruan is a Computer Science major and writer at Princeton University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Nottingham Review, By&By Poetry, Jersey Devil Press, and other journals. In her free time, she enjoys learning languages, reading philosophy, and playing Avalon.


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