BINGO – Verse In this collection of poetry, Ocean Vuong, according to the summary on Goodreads, “Ocean Vuong searches for life among the aftershocks of his mother’s death, embodying the paradox of sitting within grief while being determined to survive beyond it.” Here’s the thing, though. I didn’t experience any of that. The entire collection feels like Vuong had poems that he had lying around that hadn’t been published yet that sold as a meditation on grief, hoping no one would look too closely. “The […]
A collection that never really comes together
Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong