“Textual Telephone”: Melanie Bell on Susan Holbrook and Nicole Markotić’s “Q & A”
Is it worth the portage? Maple or hickory-smoked? Are you serious? Which is worse? You and what army? Sift words into his package. My apple OR hickey OR most. You’re so serious. I changed the Ors. U an I warm the real, open the how. Oh, Anne’s Anne. How’s your moist O-ply pummelling? Fresh ground...
“If I Was René Daumal I Would Have Mastered Self-Love by Now”: Guillaume Morissette on René Daumal.
One Word Is Sufficient (from Le Contre-Ciel) Name if you can your shadow, your fear,and measure the circumference of its head,the circumference of your world, and if you canpronounce it, the catastrophic word,if you dare break this silenceweaved with mute laughter, if you dare break thebubble by yourselfand tear up the plot,all alone, all alone,...
Michael Chaulk on First Books
Sarah Dowling’s security posture I first read Sarah Dowling’s security posture on a half-empty airplane. There was a long delay, I think forty-five minutes. On one side of me, the window leading out to lengths of tarmac and a longer purple 6am sunrise. On the other, a man in a grey suit watching what had...
Robert Fitterman Introduces Sophia Le Fraga, Feminlist
Feminlist womenthol cigaretteswomanchego cheesewomanila envelopeswomandalawomandolinwomannequinwomanicurewomansionCharles WomansonMarilyn WomansonWomandy MoorePaul NewomanNewoman’s Ownsediwomentary rockwomanateewomanta raypraying womantissalawomanderwomandarinwomangowomantlediswomantleGerwomanWomanhattanwomanic depressionwomental disorderwomaniacPrewomenstrual Syndromehywomenwomanslaughterwomentioncewomentcowommentcowommendablerepriwomandiblemonuwomentalornawomentalwomanagerwomentorelewomentwomandiblerowomancebrowomance -Sophia Le Fraga ————————————————————————— I am very excited and pleased to introduce the poet Sophia Le Fraga. Her text included here, Feminlist, is a startling poem where each item in a list is embodied with the word woman. This...
Emily Pinkerton’s Warholian Dystopia
Writing is changing. In the past few years, the mainstream practice has changed significantly. I’ve been a champion for the way the Internet is changing writing for quite some time, and I’ll continue to be, but when I think of the Internet’s impact on culture and how that influences young writers, I get fearful. Great,...
Julie Sheehan Introduces Michelle Whitaker, the Floater
The FloaterI have yet to learn how to hurricane the trees like him, bend their necks down until the snapinto a migration hidden in all the wrong, wrong spaces.I watched the boats unstrapped, one by none left on the back waterslike an unbeliever from a billy-goat starebetween his hand and the wild fever away. I...
Jacob McArthur Mooney Introduces Mathew Henderson, the Tank
The Tank Squats three days at a time in white brown mud that sticks and sucks like a mouth against everything it touches. The long battle, the bit by bit of urging steel to the centre of the earth. Dreams of sinking past the slow riot of oil, sand, and stone, to the bottom of...
Robert Majzels Introduces Indra Singh, Regretfully Excerpted
Disappearing Scene The scene is blank. Gaia enters. She regrets not having better personal growing conditions. Words pipe in light, oxygen, and dirt. Gaia sighs, and starts to bight her skin, moving along her arm. She pulses along the fat, swathing deeper to the muscle. The hair tickles her mouth—she grins then suctions her skin,...
Clint Burnham Introduces Mercedes Eng
Mercedes Eng is a thirtysomething writer and activist in Vancouver. She’s been at Simon Fraser University for a few years now – maybe longer than I have – and is finishing up a graduate degree in English. She’s also one of the brightest young writers on the Vancouver scene, whose work combines tart insights into...
“Sinew of Fire and Flint:” Lise Gaston on Steven Price’s “Anatomy of Keys”.
XVI (from Anatomy of Keys) Rope: sleek sashcord, escapologist’s skin, umbilical cord of the drowned, shrouded hoodhanged men bladder and drag and stretch out in;wildfire ripple of rumour through a crowd;sheath, frayed bloodline, sinew of fire and flint, asleep in one’s lap like a child or a catand like a child all ululation, all wailed...
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