“Sometimes, parents & children become the most common strangers. Eventually, a street appears where they can meet again.” Chen Chen
“What does the God of your childhood look like?/ A soft apparition pigeoned in the attic/ a wound eating you one year at a time?” Rachel McKibbens
“Tell me/I am not the thing/my children will have to survive.” Eugenia Leigh
Joan Kwon Glass, Poet 