Poem Of The Week: Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong by Ocean Vuong

Ocean, don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us. Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets. Like how the spine won’t remember its wings no matter how many times our knees kiss the pavement. Ocean, are you listening? The most

Poem of the Week: “Kissing in Vietnamese” by Ocean Vuong

Kissing in Vietnamese Ocean Vuong   My grandmother kisses as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes through the kitchen window, as if somewhere, a body is falling apart and flames are making their way back through the intricacies of a young boy’s thigh, as if to walk