Books Noted:
Tsering Wangmo Dhompa, My rice tastes like the lake

Apogee Press, 2011

The poems in this collection present, as Norma Cole notes, "magnanimous measures of "home(less)" and "hope(less)" as a kind of resistance. In the long poem "Exile", Tsering Wangmo Dhompa writes

        From a distance, topography is intent
	as in, Where I am from is no more.
	Blood is not a natural conclusion
	to kinship despite theories and experiments
	where red prefaces emotion.

Meditating on the space between cultures, literal and figurative borders, and an identity that comes from dislocation, these beautiful poems attempt to imagine a language adequate for such a complex existence, and the possibilities for the future.