I spend a lot of time with each sentence asking myself: is this as true as it can be? Am I taking a risk here?
From A Winter Notebook – Matvei Yankelevich
The friction against winter as constraint both shapes and animates the work.
Great books, touted over the decades for their accessibility, are clearly not being accessed.
Love Letter to Who Owns the Heavens – Corey Van Landingham
The takeaway? Nike presides over the world, then and now, and this poet is her messenger.
Philosophy of the Sky – Evan Isoline
For the readers who are keenly aware of their experiences of love, hatred and pain for, and fear of, the self, Isoline’s poetry will offer useful approximations of the vocabulary needed to meet them peacefully and poetically.
I keep having this phrase that feels important to me: How does language happen to me? In relationship to these landscapes, in relationship to these questions, in relationship to these documents. What kind of language wants to emerge?
A Book About Myself Called Hell – Jared Joseph
For now, it is the best kind of commiseration — funny, poignant, and honest enough to hurt.
Bewildered by All This Broken Sky – Anna Scotti
These poems make evident that this kind of boundless love — love we take care of, love we’re sure to name as such — is the key, the only real salvation available.
In the immortal and ominous words of Prince Buster, “Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.”
This experiential reading of the book is, in parts, created by what the blurb notes as Thúy’s “trademark style” which is “close to prose poetry.” And, like poetry, the book is economical and careful with words. Every sentence is a sensory jolt to the reader — heavy with meaning that must be unpacked and savored.