“I chewed into the wreck of the world, into the neckbone of the past that pursued me. All the while, I moved toward extinction, bearing the burden of damage, language of the protector.” WorldLifePastPoetryPoemDamageExtinction Author:Tina Chang
“My mother was a mother of mothers, modern before she was ancestral. She was a woman who morphed into feline, back to her human self before I woke each morning.” PoetryPoemMothersFelines Author:Tina Chang