Reviewed on 2/2/2026 ★★★★★ I suddenly had somewhere everywhere to be. “Scimitar” gives shape to the profound gravity of our presence in the ordinary. Arthur Sze begins with an ethereal depiction of his orchard: “white-winged doves coo back and forth.” Simple colors and movements of “blue” and “white” create an otherworldly touch, which is vocalized … Continue reading Review: “Scimitar” by Arthur Sze