Quotes from Jennifer Chang

I remember the longing inside my head, [her] beautiful letters, mine, my fingers tracing the ridges of consonants, questions and postscripts littering margins, uncontainable form, the page a stage for candor. To know another is the terrible work of love, is it not? — Jennifer Chang, from "In the Middle of My Life," The American Poetry Review (September/October 2021, vol. 50, no.5)

Mostly, I hope for snow in winter and the fortitude to bear it. — Jennifer Chang, from "The Strangers", Some Say the Lark . (?Alice James Books; 1st edition (October 10, 2017)

What did we do those days, stuck at home, my sons might someday ask. We lived or tolerated living. We looked away from death.