{"title":"Debra Kang Dean","description":"\u003cp\u003eDebra Kang Dean is the author of three collections of poetry, including , \u003cem\u003ePrecipitates \u003c\/em\u003e(BOA, 2003). Her work has appeared in many journals and anthologies, including \u003cem\u003eThe Best American Poetry 1999 \u003c\/em\u003e(Scribner, 1999), \u003cem\u003eThe New American Poets: A Bread Loaf Anthology\u003c\/em\u003e (Middlebury, 2000) and \u003cem\u003eUrban Nature: Poems about Wildlife in the City\u003c\/em\u003e (Milkweed Editions, 2000). She is on the faculty of the Spalding University brief-residency MFA Program, and is a contributing editor for \u003cem\u003eTar River Poetry\u003c\/em\u003e. For more information about Debra Kang Dean, visit \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/www.debrakangdean.com\/\"\u003edebrakangdean.com\u003c\/a\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"news-of-home","title":"News of Home","description":"\u003cp\u003eBorn and raised in Hawai'i and living now in the continental United States, Kang Dean writes poems of heritage and the struggle each of us undergoes as we push the boundaries around us—be they ones of family or location—and how distance brings the wisdom that, \"when you let the island in you\/the road both does and doesn't lead you back.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eStitches\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat can I say? I've even forgotten how\u003cbr\u003eto busy my hands with scraps of needle-\u003cbr\u003ework, dumb hands unwilling to commit to\u003cbr\u003ewhat the heart won't. Instead, I sit idle \u003cbr\u003estaring out windows. Nothing fits the contours\u003cbr\u003eof the landscape I was born to—absence\u003cbr\u003eof mountains, dense green, and salt air that smothers\u003cbr\u003elike family, like the waters I breathed penned\u003cbr\u003ein my mother's womb. Hard to say when I\u003cbr\u003echose this: nothing the hand does\u003cbr\u003ecan stitch time back to that place where mind and eye\u003cbr\u003emight mend the world to wholeness. Always\u003cbr\u003etwo worlds. What pattern governs this surface\u003cbr\u003einscrutable as the ocean, my mother's face?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd 1998 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAvailable editions: \u003cbr\u003e-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \u003cbr\u003ePrice: $12.50 \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8418720517,"sku":"1880238667","price":12.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/NEW_OF_HOME.jpg?v=1527683302"},{"product_id":"precipitates","title":"Precipitates","description":"\u003cp\u003eEmploying some of the link-and-shift techniques of the Japanese renku, the poems in\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003e \u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cem\u003ePrecipitates\u003c\/em\u003e repeatedly allude to major themes in Ecclesiastes, while speaking, under the influence of the Buddhist “Heart Sutra,” to the hunger for perfection, to embrace change and find release from attachment. Weather serves as a metaphor for our headlong fall into aging and death. \"With the precision of the minute hand and the broad, generous sweep of the hour, the poems in Precipitates are the result of a skilled and patient practitioner. Debra Kang Dean centers her mind and heart at the point where 'lines\/intersect: then, now, and then...', distillations from living fully present to the moment deposited as 'some new thing...\/in the fragile nets we weave.' Dean weaves quiet magic, fine poems. - Cathy Song \"In a waka on impermanence, Zen master Dogen wrote, 'The world? Moonlit\/Drops shaken\/From the crane's bill.' The precipitates in these poems - snow, hail, rain - join what takes form, the patchwork we call our selves. Debra Kang Dean's three-part seasonal diary forms the core of this book. Here is poetry that, using techniques from renku composition, honors the ordinary, leaping and shifting from moment to moment. It is verse that condenses and compresses until the poet sees acutely, clarifying 'to the no, and al\/so to the yes in this state\/of transition.\" - Margaret Gibson\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cbr\u003ei. reflected light\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn a two-lane, near the shoulder, bracing\u003cbr\u003eitself against speed, a turtle's green face that is my face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the heart of the desert, an oasis\u003cbr\u003eamid fasting and prayer.  Lean face this is my face,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethough I hunger, I am singing these praises\u003cbr\u003ethat rise like incense.  A serene face, that is my face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003eNot to the swift goes the race; time flies—and erases\u003c\/em\u003e, \u003cbr\u003esays the moon, sweet face that is my face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI am walking into the dark wood's embrace\u003cbr\u003eby a reflected light.  Unseen face, that is my fate.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd 2003 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAvailable editions: \u003cbr\u003e--------------------------------------------------------------------------------\u003cbr\u003ePrice: $13.95 \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":8418817157,"sku":"1929918437","price":13.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/precipitates.jpeg?v=1527683321"}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/collections\/DeanDebraKang.jpg?v=1452793844","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/collections\/debra-kang-dean.oembed","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}