Evening Oracle

The poems of Evening Oracle began in ritual, as a taking down of the messages of nightfall. When brought together and combined with the voices of trusted others, they become a book whose reading itself is a ritual creation of space, of a threshold between.

Seam

Faizullah goes beyond the self to write about and translate tragedy, as well as explore the right of a poet to speak on tragedy. In this case, the 1971 Bangladesh war as told through the testimonies of women survivors, as well as the poet’s own family history.

Japan

photo by Jeff Clover Dear Japan, Dear Ambient Author, Dear Oh, Dear Trans- figuration Boy, Dear Chemical Girl, Dear Fiber of My Fire, Dear Big Red Scarf, Dear Halloween Buoy, Desire and lists. The idea of me—that hash-marked outline that universally precedes me by mere moments—writes this to you. I trust it to say everything […]

Illocality

Massey’s taut minimalism converts the things peopling these landscapes—trees, fog, parking lots, the feral subject matter one might expect to locate in a volume of status-quo ecology—into an investigation of emotional and philosophical import that tends more toward universality than locality.