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1985年生,宜蘭人。紅樓詩社出身,臺灣大學新聞研究所碩士。現於資本市場討生活,頭不頂天,腳不著地,所以寫字。   曾獲文學獎若干。著有現代詩集《青春期》,《嬰兒宇宙》,《偽博物誌》,《我只能死一次而已,像那天》,《嬰兒涉過淺塘》;散文集《樂園輿圖》、《棄子圍城》、《天黑的日子你是爐火》。作品多次選入年度散文選、年度臺灣詩選,以及《七年級新詩金典》、《港澳台八十後詩人選集》等選本。   Contact email:

Jun 30, 2006



and it's just a loop.

the memory, the life, the childhood trauma, and the severe harm

that creeps in the murk are all there.

they crawl, soak, and sting your wounded heart as

what it destined to be

the hell isn't more than that.

you know you cannot run away but play the role it left

to you. you'd best pray, lay, and then

slain. brutally, bloodily, anything couldn't change

someone lied, betrayed, turned blank-faced,

saying nothing warm when you need some explanation

explanation never fixed

life is a struggle and you oughta live it

or die.

and it's a loop indeed. a hell is

where the story begins and grows, never ends

sad stories are usually told by a lowered tone

abrades life itself, shines no more

the hell.


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