Civilization Makes Me Lonely, Jennifer Nelson. Ahsahta Press (2016). The first two sheets of Jennifer Nelson’s Civilization Makes Me Lonely act as a palimpsest. Translucent paper covers Ahsahta Press’ emblem,…
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_____1_____ compression. To use a kind of compression, so compressed that the links between the image/phrase break down, but the whole poem still retains its connection. inter-text. Using and repeating…
Dr. Edith Vane and the Hares of Crawley Hall, Suzette Mayr. Coach House Books (2017). It isn’t often we get to pair “campus novel” with “psychedelic,” yet here we are.…
Too Much and Not the Mood, Durga Chew-Bose, HarperCollins Canada (2017) “I have no pen…and not much to say, or rather too much and not the mood,” wrote Virginia Woolf…
The Service Porch, Fred Moten, Letter Machine Editions (2016). See, I’m extended contraband and longtime release pharmaceutical gift to the english department. “uc santa barbara and crenshaw follies” grammar…
The Haisla measure of intelligence is slightly different from that of mainstream culture. Three main indicators are an ability to trace your family roots back to mythic times, not having…
a, A Novel, Derek Beaulieu. Jean Boîte Éditions (2017). As the first entry in Jean Boîte Éditions’ new series of Uncreative Writing, Derek Beaulieu’s lengthy erasure poem a, A Novel…
Like poison oak or the Left Eye part in “Waterfalls” you become a little bit of everything you brush against. Today I am a handful of raisins and abt 15…
Sometimes what feels risky to me might seem quite guarded to readers. –Durga Chew-Bose Tess Liem: In your writing, especially in “Heart Museum,” you use repetition to create rhythm and…
For Lemon Hound 3.0.1’s first Open Call, we received hundreds of incredible submissions. After two years of hiatus, it’s no surprise that we returned to a poetry community that was…
IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, PLEASE HANG UP Mangos are the ripest weapons on hand. You ask me what I’ve wanted the longest and I say a mate whose jugular I…
////////\///////// In a painting I never drew, an autumn forest awaits discovery under a torrent of tiny strokes, each an impression of my left thumb. The forest, a forest of…