Poetry. Asian American Studies. In BONE CONFETTI, there are two types of survivors at the end of the world lovers and ghosts who die, are revived, and die again. Each death and resurrection carves its way into the landscape of a wrecked city where skies are flocked by molten birds and trees grow in shades of ash. The same confetti floats between funeral and parade, wedding and hell. When all that is left is the terrible residue of memory, lovers and ghosts try their best to make do. They scale the horizon, collecting debris wherever they go in the attempt to fashion a new sense of humanity."
given to me as a gift a few years after my father died. Bone Confetti should be the grievers bible. thank you for putting to words what i never could. if i can ever right with half the ingenuity, grace, and heart wrench of Muriel Leung then i will die happy. Really looking to her next publication out next year.
Muriel Leung's Bone Confetti combines some of the most evocative language I've ever encountered as the poet haunts the reader with elegy. This collection is full of ghosts who will follow you long after you finish reading.
"I am making an inventory of all things. The body pulp in mason jars. Something of consequence. An ash of you."
"It is a flower - no, it is a weed. One means more beautiful but feral is the other so be terror blossom and wild. Be tender too, however knobbed the notion". Such a haunting and beautiful book.