October 2020 Poetry Feature: JinJin Xu

Poems by JINJIN XU

Image by Xu YuanYan

Image by Xu YuanYan

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  • Mo Gao Grottoes, 1994
  • HongKong, 2019
  • Shanghai, 2005
  • baidu.com, 2019
  •  [                        ], 2018
  • Shanghai, [          ]
  •  [                   ], [          ]

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JinJin Xu is a writer and filmmaker from Shanghai. She is the winner of the Poetry Society of America’s George Bogin Memorial Prize, and her debut chapbook There Is Still Singing in the Afterlife is forthcoming in November from Radix Media.

 

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October 2020 Poetry Feature: JinJin Xu

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