Twelfth in the Mountain West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind & Donald Revell In his first collection of poems, &luckier, Christopher J Johnson explores the depths to which we can know our most intimate friends, habits, and—even more so—selves. From a mosaic of coffee cups, dinner engagements, razors, walks around his city, and the […]
Rather than search for absolution, Fridman writes into the complicity, into the fault.
There is optimism in this book, but it is an optimism like none I’ve otherwise encountered—it is one that does not say “all will be fixed”; it is one that says we will, at least, forever be able to begin again.
Kelly’s sentimentality is distorted through trauma, but it is that distortion that draws us in
Landry has approached the art of erasure in reverse, so that something of the timeless, meditative tone of Sappho remains, no doubt amplified by one’s foreknowledge going into the work, and yet they become poems wholly separate.
Marquette’s collection makes a compelling claim for the importance of honest and deeply personal expressions of experience.
in spite of the garish death of his second wife / who fell from their lofted master suite onto a crystal decanter / and not, as local bloggers have suggested, the other way / around
Once at IHOP there was a woodstork / walking past the window and we watched the cook / out the back door give it kitchen scraps./ Was it being taken care of?
when my brother had another episode / and stabbed his wife, I said to my new lover,/ disorder, genetic, and he never yelled at me / again.
Through humor and sincerity, stitched together with painfully lurid moments, Dan Magers provides “a vision of the future” that satisfies the needs of its audience: one that wants to sing along with poetry