The Rapture Index: A Suburban Bestiary – Molly Reid
Which animal is on the brink of rapture?
I Can’t Talk about the Trees without the Blood – Tiana Clark
Figurative language reaches towards the physical embodiment of feeling, animating words on the page.
Socialist Realism – Trisha Low
Maybe this is, more than anything else, about a series of starting points. We have not started fighting yet.
Mostly Dead Things – Kristen Arnett
What Arnett’s debut aspires to is the act of holding, tightly and gently all at once, to the mostly dead things, and not letting go.
Exquisite Mariposa – Fiona Alison Duncan
Its first bites taste like mainstream contemporary fiction; they go down easy, like candy, or like a Sally Rooney novel. But as you continue to chew — because this novel is chewy — you encounter something quite different.
Autobiography of Horse – Jenifer Sang Eun Park
Maybe the horse is fucking with her.
When the ranks of climate refugees grow steadily, new ways of structuring our lives will have to be tested.
Crosslight for Youngbird – Asiya Wadud
Wadud’s poems of witness are far less remote than one might expect of an often commemorative tradition, underwritten by a deep physical sympathy.
I’m Open to Anything – William E. Jones
The book, both in its physicality and content, poses a challenge not to conservative forces who would immediately shut it down, but rather to progressive and “open-minded” people who support queer writing — but only if it’s “literary” and respectable.
In every trip to get punk t-shirts on Melrose or listen to Pink Floyd at Griffith Observatory she is not merely coming of age; she is coming of culture, of heritage, of community.