About the Book: “In agile lines that canyon-open, exposing an unfashionable, edgy sinceritas, Rusty Morrison explores the intertwining of life and language in quiet, gorgeous meditations inflected by barn swallows. Whethering leads us into a shapely attentiveness to those particular others—human, animal, vegetal—that situate our affectual and perceptual experience and call us to find our […]

Goldbeater’s Skin

About the Book: “The poetry of G. C. Waldrep is a prolific liturgy, intense and conversational by turns. And the turning is telling; it comes round right. Bright idioms become bright branches, and the branches become the further architecture of Word. Christopher Smart and Hart Crane applaud these poems in Heaven because the Earth of […]

Chemical Wedding

About the Book: “These poems are unconventional, deep, independent, un-American, all-American, hip, tragic, observant, skitterish, critical, political, crushed, brushed, funny. It is the range of motion and emotion in them that makes them matter.” — Fanny Howe, final judge and author of Selected Poems, Forged, Q, One Crossed Out, O’Clock, and Nod “Chemical Wedding is […]

A Summer Evening

About the Book: “A Summer Evening urgently and beautifully explores conflicting circular and linear sensations of time. Embodying that dismembering dichotomy in undated digital time-markers–thus refusing to indicate whether we are, at any given moment, moving forward or backward–it compels us to leap to increasingly vertigo-laden temporal assumptions that, like some fraying net, tighten to […]

The Maximum

DESCRIPTION: Chapbook. 40 pages. 5 ½ x 5 ½ inches. (2008). Edition of 80 copies. $7 Just read—a first real read—The Maximum and think it is everything I am currently searching and hoping for in poetry: how a two-word poem, “Some Day,” holds such worlds of feeling times thought condensed…this is the seashell Valéry talks […]

Some Kinds of Poems

This is a set of poems (each with the word “poem” in its title) unpretentiously calling the nature of poetry into question. These are small, brilliant, desperate songs, each skewed yet accurate. Foust discovers the uncanny with every turn of phrase. I might say these poems are a kind of (black) magic, but Foust says: […]