What We’re Reading: December 2024
OLENA JENNINGS
I feel connected to Mong’s act of viewing from within the comfort of family life. We traverse museums, landscapes, and galaxies. Lines like the “wound of our love” that is “red of rare steak, gray like smudged lace” compose the lace of the poems, a beautiful lattice of words that draws me into the book and asks me to weave in my own experiences.
I feel connected to Mong’s act of viewing from within the comfort of family life. We traverse museums, landscapes, and galaxies. Lines like the “wound of our love” that is “red of rare steak, gray like smudged lace” compose the lace of the poems, a beautiful lattice of words that draws me into the book and asks me to weave in my own experiences.
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