Nguyen The Hoang Linh’s poetry faces a shadowy sorrow, but refuses to be consumed in it. With a deep respect for joy, for happy howling, for the place outside of human logic, his work dances playfully around the profound. Linh writes and shares prolifically; friends on facebook might see multiple poem postings in an hour. Though seemingly hurried, his process involves intense blocks of focus followed by a “running down the street ringing the bells of everyone’s house to come and see’”. The energy exchanged between writer and reader is a very necessary and palpable part of his process. May you read and share with joyful sorrow.