iron moon – Liz Durano

Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry

I had my coffee way early in the morning today and even picked two roses for my son’s teacher and aide because today is Bring Your Teacher a Flower Day or something. Then when we arrived at the school, I saw all the other kids holding store-bought bouquets and I remembered that that’s what weContinue reading “Friday Musings: Flower Day and Migrant Worker Poetry”

The Chinese Factory Workers Who Write Poetry on their Phones – Lithub

Yet when reading Iron Moon you realize how intimate and personal these young migrant writers can be. Their micro-narratives of mechanization, as self-identified screws, nails, discarded rocks, atoms of dust, come together as a powerful chorus. They offer a deeper and more meaningful connection between the grand narrative of economic prosperity and the unheard storiesContinue reading “The Chinese Factory Workers Who Write Poetry on their Phones – Lithub”