No matter the size of window, nor the contrary force with which it resists, when the window breaks the outcome is evening. There is only one method for self-reflection. To achieve a quiet mind you must first hear it speak. Then you must talk back to your mind until you talk it to death. […]
The winter mirages ride in on the back of the third snow, or maybe the fourth. It is the snow after the snow when we stop using numbers to measure each drift, when we start dressing without looking outside. The air is cold beyond counting, a reeducation. Constant pulsing of white. Wind scrapes each used […]
i. to make one thing of me, writes Rilke or to “work me, Lord” as Janis sings like a field song, mocking -bird variations for which I can find no equivalent, and no sooner have I written this down than I want to post it on a screen where I can see all manner of […]
Ashley experiments with metaphor to translate life into image and image into life for an ambiguous but deeply satisfying analysis of what it means to be.
…the kind of love continually appearing in Stone’s Someone Else’s Wedding Vows, is the kind of love that will be lived with for years, that will be analyzed and exploded,and breathlessly evaded only to be breathlessly clutched at too tightly.
Winner of the 2015 Utah Book Award for Poetry Seventh in the Mountain West Poetry Series, edited by Stephanie G’Schwind & Donald Revell Clouds, Mountains, Birds, Different Ways of Speaking. Things That Matter, and Things That Do Not Matter. Things Found in a Local Grocery Store. Things Found in The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon. […]
Before getting too deep into Mortar, Sara Mumolo’s first poetry collection, you run into a familiar yet disarming question: what am I doing here?
Clark Coolidge is no stranger to crystalline poetic forms. But sonnets? Such a traditional structure for an experimental jazz-influenced writer to take on. Then again, jazz is known for transforming standards in unpredictably meaningful ways, and this is not Coolidge’s first experiment with the sonnet. There is also the aleatory Bond Sonnets, published in 1965. […]
Those who like to think of poetry as the purest expression of a unified self, in the tradition of lyric, should prepare to have their world upended by Karla Kelsey’s A Conjoined Book.
The Next Monsters is an accomplished volume, one that’s as carefully crafted as it is culturally astute. Her new collection is a wonderful addition to an already thought-provoking body of work.