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Carlina Duan

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CARLINA DUAN is a writer from Michigan. She is the author of the poetry collection I WORE MY BLACKEST HAIR (Little A, 2017), and the chapbook Here I Go, Torching (National Federation Poetry Societies, 2015).

Average rating: 3.96 · 278 ratings · 72 reviews · 5 distinct worksSimilar authors
I Wore My Blackest Hair

3.73 avg rating — 208 ratings — published 2017 — 2 editions
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Alien Miss (Wisconsin Poetr...

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Here I Go, Torching

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Electric Bite Women

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“in the kitchen, my mother and her sister / talk in tiny whispers. a cultural revolution. / spirals of teeth. mouths centered into Os / like slow red pearls.”
Carlina Duan, I Wore My Blackest Hair

“believe, then, / in the mosquito: how it begins to take / your blood - heat and ghost and age and itch / as you press the net to your temples / and scratch in wild belief while / outside, leaves darken, insects / bite, and you smash a body / with the back / of your palm.”
Carlina Duan, I Wore My Blackest Hair

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