Arièle Bonte Mother Tongue Apologize by Preeti Vangani, RLFPA Editions, 2018 Reviewed by Scott Neuffer Some men don’t know how to use their tongues right, and it shows. The speaker of the poems in Preeti Vangani’s Mother Tongue Apologize finds enough power in the poetic beat of her own tongue — a master of three languages, in fact — to leave such men to the rubbish heap of history. Containing just under fifty knockout poems, this collection weaves the grit and dizziness of

by Preeti Vangani Ali Kazal My mother’s wig lived longer than what killed her. When she died, I fixed her consolation-hair onto my head. Then buried my head into her cupboard to sniff her on her clothes. All I got was naphthalene and perfect folds. Once again, I had encountered her care before her. Her, as in the woman who snipped off the loose ends of threads so close, the alteration would never show. I too tried repairing myself by sewing grief into a pattern. But grief, I