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From “Without Looking” (After Magritte) by Kimiko Hahn

He holds a lantern at the end of her
driveway. I wouldn’t say lost so much as
condemned and disoriented.

SUBTEXT: Nature vs. Nurture
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Susie DeFord speaks with poet Kimiko Hahn about her new book, Toxic Flora, which repurposes facts from the New York Times Science section to create striking verse that probes feminist ethos, aging, and the mother-daughter dynamic.

Three Poems by Kimiko Hahn

Big Feathered Hats

worn by women a century ago

Laurie Sheck’s A Monster’s Notes by Kimiko Hahn
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Since Victor Frankenstein first conjured the monster that assumed his surname in Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein, his harrowing creation has assumed countless incarnations.

Kimiko Hahn by Laurie Sheck
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“You don’t have to understand something for it to be a pleasure.” Kimiko Hahn

Opening Her Text by Kimiko Hahn

I nestle with my daughter in her bed in the room painted pink nearly a dozen years ago; half the pink now covered with magazine clippings of this or that star, male and female. Her reading light spots a book in my hands.

Kimiko Hahn’s Mosquito and Ant by Erika Biddle
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In Kimiko Hahn’s latest collection of poems, Mosquito and Ant, she entreats us to follow her through a labyrinthine self-analysis. 

Crossing Her Mind by Kimiko Hahn

I advise a promising student not to settle for flower when hibiscus is more precise.

Sigrid Nunez by Kimiko Hahn
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Sigrid Nunez and Kimiko Hahn reflect upon Nunez’s novel A Feather on the Breath of God, discussing the concepts of woman as storyteller, and writing as crochet.

The Hemisphere: Kuchuk Hanem by Kimiko Hahn

I am four. It is a summer midafternoon, my nap finished. I cannot find her. I hear the water in the bathroom. Not from the faucet but occasional splashes. I hear something like the bar of soap fall in. I cannot find her.

Infra-Red by Kimiko Hahn
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Paints are ineffective against heat emission, the principal sources of thermal infra-red signals.
The History of Camouflage, Guy Hartcup, p. 145.

Seizure by Kimiko Hahn

In Nicaragua / old women / mobilize with sticks and boiling water / again.

Two Poems by Kimiko Hahn
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The seam was gray as a recollection— / I mean, as that recollection / (even in my motel room)

Strands by Kimiko Hahn

The key warmed in your hand
and you knew the password

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