A Q&A with Abou Farman

Each dream, waking or sleeping / I slip out into the wide world / to stranger planets. / The news they speak is slippery / like silk spilling, like nixentanz / the form I take at night, quick as water...

Two poetry collections that interrogate what we inherit from complicated legacies.

We bounce the lavender ball across / the kitchen tile between us. I’m home / for spring break from my professorship, / cooking lasagna for my parents in Fresno. / Mom says she’s never played basketbal...

It felt like he got away with everything. / Prodigal son, prodigal father, chances / dealt like cards, reshuffled, re-dealt. / He took a chance on himself but his body

Every summer, on every family vacation, / my mom made my primas and me drink from the ocean. / So that our bellies, fat and soft, could learn since infancy, / the sting of the water, the bitterness of...