The Poetry of Joan Kwon Glass

“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

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