Author Archives: Yan Sham-Shackleton

(College Poetry and Art. I found another one!) For Kevin, The funny thing is. White glue doesn’t heal. I tried eating it already. It tasted of yeast, like cum does. I am thinking of the girl who got HIV The girl who was in my class, She died today. I knew of its inevitability, ButContinue reading “Virgin”

I am currently going through my old hard drives, looking for scanned photos to post on the web. What I am also coming across is a whole load of old files from I don’t know when. Here is some of my old college poetry. At once they can be seen as pretty hilarious stuff butContinue reading “Some Old Poems..”

(Old College Art and Poetry. An excercise in getting all sad, because that’s what you did then.) For all my grandmas so far away Her job –weaving clouds Soft sheen of orange silk during dusk. On the plane After I said goodbye I am with her Weaving, weaving away pink silk nothings Ever since MotherContinue reading “Homesickness”

For Daniel, I’ve seen the snow on the Alps Lenin in Red Square Eiffle Tower in Paris The Berlin Wall while it was Being Obliterated Yet nothing was like seeing you Not even the breath taking Los Angeles smog, or the Hatching of Malaysian Sea turtles in the monsoon rain, Could make me feel, likeContinue reading “Impressions”

(Old College Art and Poetry. This was the closing for the UCSC Women’s Ensemble Theatre (WET) performance in 1996. That was one of the most amazing things I ever did. 60 Grrls together doing performance art. If I could, I would put every piece we did there actually. It really kicked ass. The Vigina Monologues?Continue reading “Windows”

(College Art and Poetry…hmmm.. this one I did for a performance art workshop at the 18th Street Artist Space with Nancy Agabian, she was awesome. She dressed up as a bloody Tampon on Halloween, while I was Barbie. Those were fun days.) It has been a month and a half since April’s fool Both ofContinue reading “Shrimps”

(College Art and Poetry… I always did love this one though.) She sang “Shook Me All Night Long” to his cat’s green eyes when he wasn’t with her. When he returned, they argued whether the cat was black or brown and had it been fed. Otherwise they talked, held hands, allowing Lenny Kravitz’s aria toContinue reading “Tattoo Dragons, Locked Doors, and Madness”

(College Art and Poetry- Actually this is a real story from a friend who was a med student… this one is interesting actually) Grey stiffness danced its way throughout her body, under a white sheet on a trolley in the medical school she laid next to strangers, all like her awaiting dissection in the nameContinue reading “Healing”

(Old Collge Poetry -I really always got in such torrid affairs… and then wrote about it… ) Three minutes to eight, flight arrived early. Walk into airport bar Among shirted men, with no ties, and tousled hair and a TV over head, I see him, leaning against the wooden bar ordering another drink. He seesContinue reading “Exorcising Wombats and other Useless Animals”

(Old College Poetry -haha) I am sick of the poetry readings I attend. Bored with poets reducing City warfare to the sounds on a page. Bing Bam Boom, they shout, Bing Bam Boom, they yell. Bing fucking bam boom doesn’t even speak of the sounds I hear, outside my window on Westminister in Venice atContinue reading “Big Bam Boom”