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Victoria Chang

Victoria Chang’s forthcoming book of poems, With My Back to the World, will be published in 2024. Her most recent book of poetry, The Trees Witness Everything (Copper Canyon, 2022), was named one of the Best Books of 2022 by the New Yorker and the Guardian. Her nonfiction book, Dear Memory (Milkweed, 2021), was named a favorite nonfiction book for 2021 by Electric Literature and KirkusOBIT (Copper Canyon, 2020) was named a New York Times Notable Book, a Time Must-Read Book, and received the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award in Poetry as well as the PEN/Voelcker Award. The Boss (McSweeney’s, 2013) won the PEN Center USA Literary Award and a California Book Award. Her other books of poetry are Salvinia Molesta (Georgia, 2008) and Circle (Southern Illinois, 2005). Chang has also received a Guggenheim Fellowship and the Chowdhury Prize in Literature.


Poetry Poster #11: Victoria Chang

February 22, 2013 | Poetry

This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here. [...]

We Are Monica (Acrostic)

Spring 2012 | Poetry

—Monica Lewinsky What if it were true? That in the End, no matter what dress we look for, All we have in our closets are blue ones? Remember the surface area of the body? Each one inch square can be bruised blue. Maybe we know how to betray clot [...]

Ode to Iris Chang

Fall 2006 | Poetry

1 Listen: I can almost hear the sea galloping below. The trail winds down through the Douglas firs, as the shadows of a brain might. At this fencepost, under buckeye trees, nuts have eyes like those of buck deer, as if mocking me. Let me look at [...]

Planting Tulips

Summer 2005 | Poetry

They bend into each other’s stamens, tendrils leaning, sucking and bulging, calyx swaying in blade, lamina, burning under a trusted sun. Cottage Tulips, Single Earlies, Double Earlies, Darwins, Parrots. Plant them in the fall to see their torso [...]

Sarah Emma Edmonds

Winter 2005 | Poetry

—who enlisted in the Union Army as Frank Thompson I am the breath of a fevered lion. Everything here is made of beard. The floors I sleep on hard as stale bread. I am the cloth in the mouth of a feeding lion. Each night I listen to the unfamilia [...]