Two poems from Goldfish (Chameleon Press, 2013) Mother and Child You showed me how to tell a fresh egg by its shell, holding it up against the lamp. You’d look up at the sky, predict from the stillness of the air when the rain would arrive. The language of your dishes: ginger and tangerine peel julienned to the finest; fish steamed to perfection. On long … Continue reading Two poems by Jennifer Wong