Feng Na  冯娜

On the excellent Poetry International site https://www.poetryinternational.com/en I came across the writing of Feng Na: Chinese Fable When I was small my father’s coworker ran offcoming back with one of those briefcases full of moneyclose, smutty talk filled our townabout what he’d done to get ithe smiled and disappeared againNext we heardhe’d been sentenced to death for drug traffickinga family member claimed the ashes, but the box was stolen in the metro—It obsesses me, this boxlike a fable or somethingOther people are like methey want to know its whereaboutslike standing at the exitsearching for this story’s entrance https://www.poetryinternational.com/en/poets-poems/poets/poet/102-29970_Na There is a generous selection of her work on the site, an very full biography and introduction.Feng Na’s background is Bai, a minority group of people on the Tibetan borders. People always bring up my birthplace，a cold Yunannese place with camellias and pines.It taught me Tibetan, and I…