Hadara Bar-Nadav

Bar-Nadav reimagines modern-day wellness from her perspective of a medical editor whose family history of Holocaust survival prompts her dissection of the pharmaceutical industry in a series of erasures and referential narratives. "Betta fish are a motif," Duong informs in his poem, "Novel." The fish stand in for conflicts of all sorts: familial, ecological, migratory, creative.

In the rooms of a rundown palace You said, Ruined. You said, Princess. You said nothing to me For three long weeks. The color of that room Is eel-black. When I was a girl and still German, I stood alone At the end of the sea. You may have loved me then I sent a message through the cages Of a great whale’s teeth. For three weeks, I did not sleep.

god turns his back on us how to interpret the tablet of laws translate the portent of night for all was already transcribed * I’m not to blame said the migratory bird I was gone for the winter my only crime is to sport the same plumage as those in my branch nonetheless the birds of your kind have sinned in your name * one day the moon lodged a complaint it was heard by the darkness but the day erased the grievance of the moon ever since we have lost our memory