Not only a great coincidence, but also very helpful to me in my further reading of it.  We are all past Kundiman Fellows and meet each other at one of the summer retreats.  Check it out.  Check them all out.

Today I read page 12, “The Art of Forgetting”.

“…how to voice/my own name in my mother’s tongue, each sound/a hard and pitted salt plum I marry to my teeth,/but cannot break open.”