Steele said in an interview that he was interested in the blog as a “vehicle to tell jokes,” which partially gets at what the entries feel like.
Ultra-Cabin – Kimberly Lambright
We might read holding the world in the back of our minds as a way of negotiating between what is promising and what can hurt us.
Clean Time: The True Story of Ronald Reagan Middleton – Ben Gwin
As the endless 24-hour news cycle increasingly feels like performance for profit rather than reporting, CLEAN TIME: THE TRUE STORY OF RONALD REAGAN MIDDLETON rings true with its deft prescience.
Trash Mountain – Bradley Bazzle
Having an enemy — that is, something towards which to direct his anger — is, in this way, Ben’s saving grace.
So much poetry from writers of color is rooted in an immediate sense of identity and place; Leung is beyond that.
It’s arguable that BELLY UP simply presents an allegorical South: maybe all the more evidently brittle and compromised, with an extra little shine of strangeness.
The Eligible Age – Berta García Faet
Comprised of mostly declarative sentences verging on aphorism, THE ELIGIBLE AGE as a whole reads like a tractate.
The Comedown – Rebekah Frumkin
One wonders indeed how far back we might trace the sources of a family’s anxieties, the original sins of the original fathers, a neurotic first mover.
Empty Set – Verónica Gerber Bicecci
How do you render negative space, and if you can accurately describe it, is it really negative?
The Consequences – Niña Weijers
How often can refusal be appropriated, marketed, sold and consumed by those who possibly cause it, before the only chance an earnest human has is stop making art?