“I don’t want the word dead around my kids/ or around any mother’s son so I say Honey, you were never dead /and he says Then I fell like a raindrop into your mouth and I say Yes”
“Just as the moon cannot be cleaved from its light Jerome and Tyrone Price were paired /by nature identical but distinct”
An encounter with the police and a Chinese-American family’s sense of “failing in a loud and crazy time” are the subjects of Tina Cane’s stark poem.
Tina Cane recalls the glories of a rough and tumble NYC childhood.
Tina Cane engages in a tender, imaginary correspondence with the acclaimed, pseudonymous Italian author.
From a breakfast Danish to the streets of Paris, Tina Cane recounts the travails and pleasures of bad choices.
Tina Cane’s poem provides a provoking, thoughtful transition to December.
Tina Cane performs a sleight-of-hand in this quirky poem, gliding between Brooklyn, France, and two different kinds of relationships.
Tina Cane remembers a television actor and a paternal figure, glossing neither the beauty nor the flaws.
Tina Cane’s poem considers a male construction of femininity.