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      April 29, 2024My Mother SaysAmy Chan

      My mother says I sing like a bird
      on a winter’s day,
      my mother, whose grace catches,
      light on water,
      on her changing face.
      But if I am the bird and she the sea,
      I sing because she flows through me.

      from #83 – Collaboration

      Amy Chan

      “Adrienne Rich writes that poetry (art, really) ‘ask[s] of us a grace in what we bear.’ That sums it up quite nicely for me—I write poems to find ‘grace in what we bear.’”

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