Jen Schalliol Huang
Jen Schalliol Huang lives near Boston and received her MFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Her chapbook was printed through the Kenyon Review, and her work appears or is upcoming in the Cincinnati Review, Flock, RHINO Poetry, The Shore, Sou’wester, and elsewhere. She is a reader/writer for [PANK], a three-time nominee for The Pushcart Prize, twice for Best New Poets, and a candidate for 2020’s Best of the Net.
Reading List
Your Own Poems
You should love each one differently. Some will be your favorite children. You should tuck them into bed, whispering incantations over their tattooed faces. Some will be your favorite children, and others will not receive blessings, incantations over their tattooed faces— not from you. Not at first. Others will not receive blessings, it’s so hard […]
July, January, May
My first-born was a snake spirit and swam free. She is cultivating even now, somewhere closer to the Buddha. Let’s say the fireworks were in celebration. My second-born a hollow golden egg, a shell without a pearl, one flat mirror. Other things you were not: a coin over an eye, a kidney bean. My third […]
The Afterlife of the Unborn
It makes me cold to think of her. It makes me bleed. But still she comes, reminding me. A small repeat, a coda. I’ve gendered her because a daughter’s what I know the most. A small girl, motherless and gone. The smallest craft, the drifting boat, the disappearing coast. And who authors the current, who […]