Biography of Jennifer Chang
Poet and scholar Jennifer Chang was born in New Jersey. She is a Henry Hoyns Fellow at the University of Virginia, where she is a PhD candidate.
Jennifer Chang Poems
Again A Solstice
It is not good to think of everything as a mistake. I asked for bacon in my sandwich, and then
This stream took a shorter course— a thread of water that makes oasis out of mud, in pooling,
Dark matter, are you sparkless for lack of knowing better? The room
Freedom In Ohio
I want a future making hammocks out of figs and accidents.
The Skin's Broken Aria
I cross the street and my skin falls off. Who walks to an abandoned lake? Who
Something in the field is working away. Root-noise. Twig-noise. Plant
Conversation With Slugs And Sarah
Up late watching slug porn, you confess you had a boyfriend who could spin you like that, slug grace and slug ballet—we don't
The thorns had hands. The fire stood still. It will take a hundred years to piece together a hundred dreams.
Field Guide To The Night Sky
No one witnesses the history of light. The sky litters itself
My house faced an estuary. I looked for where ocean tide instructed river flow.
The thorns had hands. The fire stood still.
It will take a hundred years
to piece together a hundred dreams.
A room of ashes was a room out-spun.
Mother says the heart is a wheel
and it will turn as I turn. Quickly.
Nightly. I married the owl.
I told her I could not walk,