This poet is an interdisciplinary artist and the visual presentation of Listening for Earthquakes is as delightful as the content. Prose poems, formal verse, and free verse share the pages equally, as do experimental forms that stray from expectation.

In that layering of story and persona, these writers engage with the suppleness of female experience in ways that are not only formally and aesthetically engaging, but have an ethical potency that permits the agent of the poem to be many things at once: simultaneous.

Seaton’s project is a map which curves intricately, reflexively, and suddenly becomes a globe.

At turns beautiful and disconcerting, Grammar presents us with a thought-provoking portrayal of language as it is transfigured by our usage, offering readers a graceful matching of form and content all the while.

The poems of Lily Brown’s debut full-length collection risk utterances that make belief an appealing, if not necessary, episteme again.

If a poet’s work is words—the words that call forth the sun, that cause the sun—the poet’s work must be a site of divination, a place where the poem both creates and causes the world.

Her poems are chronicles that frame their own engagement; in terms of Holiday’s kinetic, long line of hybrid prose, it seems the page moves toward bursting.