The most solitary poems, the ones that take the speaker for a walk through a city or down a dirt path, through a churchyard or a garden, always remind one of how important it is to spend time alone, getting to know your own universe.
Brewer investigates how drug use has ravaged a community and the lives of users, enablers, and those fortunate enough to have survived.
Much of the difficulty in relating our perceptions of the world has to do with naming, and it has always been this way.
No matter how many hours we may be chained to our office chair, no matter our posture in it, or how Sisyphusean our work life may seem, our imagination is a small and gleeful subversion taking place under the glare of the office gods.
Fifteenth in the Mountain West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind & Donald Revell In We Remain Traditional, Sylvia Chan juxtaposes the elegy, the conflict, and the brashness of a relationship that summons wild musicality in its love and frustration. Through the speaker and Adam, the beloveds offer thirty-two consolations for the gendered history of Chinese […]
Fourteenth in the Mountain West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind & Donald Revell The Lapidary’s Nosegay, Lara Candland’s primer of poems, presents to readers a bouquet of resplendent poems that Candland has created, collaged, curated, and reimagined by using the rich floral and gem imagery in the poetry of Emily Dickinson as her primary […]
Xu’s politics are more apparent than those of some other poets, adding satisfying layers to the work, and handling the tension of multilingualism in thrilling ways.
Outside my window, a crane breaks / the last jigsaws of ice. Morning comes, / it always does, the rabbits scurry down / their narrow holes to live their underground lives.
What have I // transferred to you, dear listener? Is this / our odyssey together, or have I hitched you // to my now-naked side? I am sorry. Maybe.
How their faces were cut out / then cinched in the center with a drawstring // And how all my ideas, dilemmas, doubts / I held most dear would be erased in five days’ time