“from 'Incident Light Poem' And all surprisingly without outrage without gunshot without a call of timber with/out bleak rows to fall: Light follows the path of least time A law becomes gospel and sharp eye-water is a diminished story The… — Andrea Strudensky Copy Share Image
“Xifeng tilted her face, a pale moon in the evening of the water. She felt like a goddess in the shimmering light. She was a poem come to life, each vein was a lyric.” — Julie C. Dao Copy Share Image
