Poetry
Three Poems
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Hoa NguyenBorn in the Mekong Delta and raised in the Washington, D.C. area, Hoa Nguyen is the author of five books of poetry, including As Long As Trees Last and Red Juice. Her book Violet Energy Ingots, also from Wave Books, received a 2017 Griffin Prize for poetry nomination. She teaches poetics at Ryerson University, for Miami University’s low residency MFA program, for the Milton Avery School for Fine Arts at Bard College, and in a long-running, private workshop.
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