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Derek Chan

Derek Chan is an MFA graduate of Cornell University, where he was a university fellow, an editor of EPOCH journal, and a two-time recipient of the Corson-Browning Poetry Prize. Additionally, he holds a First-Class Honors in Literary Studies from Monash University, where he received the Arthur Brown Thesis Prize. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in New England Review, Best of Australian Poems, Oxford Poetry, The Margins, and elsewhere. He was a finalist for the 2024 Forward Prize, the 2025 Tin House Residency, and he has been nominated for Best New Poets. He has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center, and has been recognized for awards by Adroit Journal, Frontier Poetry, and Palette Poetry. He is currently a lecturer at Cornell University, where he teaches creative writing and academic composition.

Removal from Corpse

It’s fallacious to expect the dead to be bathing in broad daylight let alone a lifeguard to recline more luxuriously than an archaic torso. Today the cancer institute volunteers ask me five questions concerning the future of sun prevention, only …

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In the Snows of My Twenty Fifth Year

Took a walk down 75th street & suddenly I wanted to buy pizza. For heat & something to push my tongue through. I was thinking of you while the sun was thinking of how the trees remain despite themselves. I …

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Bed of Winter

Po Po dreams / of glaucoma moon / a white meihua flowering / through alluvial night / she dreams each strand of light / a stemmed grief / stirring the parable of her face / dreams each eye unhinging / …

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Notes on the After

– After Ada Limón Not how it all wintered into scraps of half-inked pear blossoms, nor how the pondwater never thawed in time for the lotuses to proclaim their succulence to the desperate Spring, it was the inscrutable loss of …

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[Immigration Interview: Chinese Exclusion Act 1882]

[Who paid for your passage?] The blood that burned the brightest was always the one we followed. [Is there a clock in your father’s bedroom?] While he slept, silver wheat grew from the sweat of his clothes. The morning always …

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A Day for Rain

“The EPA estimates that roughly 20,000 farm-workers are poisoned every year by pesticides, but because of many immigrants’ fear of reporting incidents and inability to seek medical care, the number is likely much higher.” It’s a terrible day for rain. …

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