Comments from Back Cover

He writes of a bamboo flute that is a "disjointed piece of bone...a hollowed spine." When as a child he coughed building a kitchen fire, he blew up ashes that settled "like frost" on his mother's "silk hair". He somehow connects the Susquehanna River to the jade of the Tang dynasty.

The poetry of Homing Pigeon brilliantly pulls two worlds together until we understand both freshly and poignantly.
- Benjamin Saltman

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