Wendy Chen

I. The trees are still mostly green. One hemisphere of paleness, a plaque or two of blood-coloreds, […]

It’s time to write poems now about my father by ...

Peach-colored butterflies have freed themselves from the wallpaper but, with no experience flying, have dropped to the floor […]

No abduction. Just a hoop of light I felt like stepping into. At a folding desk with a box […]

Justin and I stole my boyfriend’s Ford wagon for its beach pass sticker and drove out to […]

Women turn into lakes all the time. I rely on the old tropes: one hand outstretched,the other clawed […]

Say I’m killed by lightning while feeding a horse. A light drizzle, the meadow wide and lush. Say […]

That post-electro-shock therapy lookon my grandmother’s face. Her mornings in the yellow world we called them. Cheekbones a […]

Agnus Dei, Samuel Barber, 1967 Instrument of the body, breath, larynx—the Rotterdam Symphony Chorus, 2015, lifts me out […]

Rachel Abramowitz’s poems and reviews have appeared in The Threepenny Review, American Poetry Review, Tin House Online, Seneca […]

Not enough language for the singing flock. The man fishing at the mouth of it. Tonight, I hang dresses […]

The dwarf palm curves up and out from the soil behind the shoulder-high wall the way the coyote […]

“O sweetness of eternity, may my heart grow to love thee” Prayers for Fellow-Prisoners To repeat a word […]