Red Stars Over Flushing by Lulu JiangPosted on March 4, 2022March 4, 2022 My love was bound in red silk,/ Thrust out forcefully to claim long-forgotten aristocratic titles/ When the ships of old have/ Taken on the air for water/ And it is blood they inhabit, not the/ Sweat falling CriticismFirst-Year Writing Seminarchina diaspora home identity memory New York City place
