I Dream of Chinese Genie - Carrie Chang - Bog

These lavender sub-rosa letters traced blithely from the lacunae of the genie''s heart are all misfits and soul crashers, illuminated by the save-the-world Bagua light and dark hexagons and circles, a supreme, jolly word-fest for the double-image sage who longs to dine on saffron alphabet and cum-linguistic punch. It''s a speckle of sylvan stars and moonshine from the basement of the Sinophilic mind-glorified poems of superpalazzo double entendres, echoes, and shouts rising from the rainy-day words of dark three-penny operas of my kind.