My Rice Tastes Like The Lake by Tsering Wangmo Dhompa
"Tsering Wangmo Dhompa's My rice tastes like the lake echoes in the mind, mouth, and heart as its strangely calm English phrases settle into measured lines and stanzas. This is serious, beautiful, haunting work—a unique expression, in post-modern writing, of a contemporary Buddhist woman in exile, searching for a language capable of spanning her own past, present, and future. It is not enough to have one tongue. "'It cannot point to everything and in every direction.'"