Sep, 12 2017 | no responses
Meadow Slasher begins as a book about a vagrant with questionable motives and turns into a meditative book about an artist questioning his responsibility to edit. “Slasher” in Joshua Marie Wilkinson’s title refers both to “editor” and “criminal,” maybe the most violent among us.
Objects from a Borrowed Confession
Sep, 08 2017 | no responses
As do lyric poems, the letters framing the book do double duty as the expressions of narrowly construed personae and as invitations to the reader:
A Passion According to Green
Sep, 05 2017 | no responses
Irwin’s book is full of fables—a talking cat who meets an ancient and growing mouse, three-inch-tall people who can only speak after eating grass—and they work wonderfully.
Meet Me Here at Dawn
Sep, 01 2017 | no responses
It is a connection both chilling and intimate, when the speaker of these poems acknowledges being watched—as if to say, “I know you’re still here.”
Two Reviews: Community Garden for Lonely Girls and Ugly Time
Aug, 30 2017 | no responses
Each collection firmly recites a laundry list of damages done to the body, as well as how the body has found the means to bounce back from the world’s tendency to wear down the self.
Blackout Starlight: New and Selected Poems, 1997-2015
Aug, 28 2017 | no responses
Bond is particularly adept in his ability to establish accessibility with a poem then, segueing toward phrasing that upends the predictability of linear and associative language, in this way he enrolls the reader and subsequently destabilizes the text (and reader).