Katie Troyer on Danielle Dutton: Margaret the First

Katie Troyer on Danielle Dutton: Margaret the First

Margaret the First, Danielle Dutton. Catapult (2016). If atoms are so small, why not worlds inside our own? A world inside a peach pit? Inside a ball of snow? And…

Tatum Howey on Erín Moure: Planetary Noise

Tatum Howey on Erín Moure: Planetary Noise

Planetary Noise, Erín Moure. Wesleyan University Press (2017). THE PROXIMITY EFFECT OF ERÍN MOURE   Proximity effect is what happens when a microphone is held too close to a sound…

Kyla Kaplan-Chinard on The Purpose Pitch

Kyla Kaplan-Chinard on The Purpose Pitch

The Purpose Pitch, Kathryn Mockler. Mansfield Press (2015). Kathryn Mockler’s chaotic third collection of poetry, The Purpose Pitch, irradiates the deep strangeness of our modern world. The collection embraces various…

Gail Scott: Bottoms Up

Gail Scott: Bottoms Up

Montréal, Quebec: I return to the site of an old novel. This will not always be a street of failure, even if still playing the former glamour of the seedy.…

Audio: Erín Moure reads “Hope Stories”

Audio: Erín Moure reads “Hope Stories”

As if dreams were a language that includes the social surface / of the body, ‘signal fire’ in the desert as the song says, the / body’s lamp glowing, armpits…

Canisia Lubrin: one poem

Canisia Lubrin: one poem

and now famine, friend I of course, no living is continuous, we take what grows within we cast them out as though to bloodlet the life of its lesser sorrows;…

Kathryn Mockler: six poems

Kathryn Mockler: six poems

Six poems from Kathryn Mockler. Please enjoy a review of The Purpose Pitch also featured in this issue. An interview with the poet coming shortly. from The Purpose Pitch SEALED CONTAINERS —So how are we going…

Danica Evering: three poems

Danica Evering: three poems

FOOD Night is when you look into other people’s kitchens. Down in a first floor apartment lightly set into the frozen ground someone holds a crescent clove of garlic to…

Oana Avasilichioaei: one poem

Oana Avasilichioaei: one poem

IF If decadent, we were destructive If decaying, a nuisance If we were multitudes with wants and ligaments, we were feral If we undressed, it was to tease If underground,…

Domenica Martinello: one poem

Domenica Martinello: one poem

CATTLE OF THE SUN my ex     once lived in a house     later dubbed the “chattel ranch” it wasn’t     a ranch when he lived there     though his…