Poems by JINJIN XU
Image by Xu YuanYan
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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.
ELIAS SADAQ
I serve out my conscription / sleep in a bunk bed / for four cold months / in the engineer regiment at Skive Garrison / in a room with three other men / I fuck the colonel / the only sign that time is passing / is a pile of snow outside the window / that grows smaller
PREETI VANGANI
With vignettes, I could plumb its narrative arc to become a force propelling the book forward. It also felt haunting yet warm that the mothers kept reappearing throughout the life of this grief. That repetition created a chorus of voices that angers and despairs, yet cradles the speaker.
ARIELLE HEBERT
Home again at the water’s edge, /
palms dancing in salt breeze. /
I take a too-deep breath /
and the air prickles my lungs /
like an unfiltered cigarette. /
Only the tourists are swimming, /
coughing through the algal bloom, /
eyes bloodshot and skin burning.
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