Lonespeech is a dialogue edited down to a poem, its minimalism acknowledging the blank space around its “cut-out” phrases.
A hypnotic novel, itself seemingly hypnotized by bodily fluids.
A Small Apocalypse – Laura Chow Reeve
Reeve’s imagined worlds are not habitable alternatives but critical comments on this one. Her idea of a refuge is not the infinite expanse of the interior self, but the tight-knit, embattled queer family in a hostile world.
Like a Sky Inside – Jakuta Alikavazovic
Alikavazovic’s writing is contemplative and digressive, roving like the insatiable gaze of a consummate museum goer.
In each of your holes I find an invitation—an invitation to the party of the limitless, in spite of it all. Tell me more.
The Museum of Human History – Rebekah Bergman
Bergman emphasize[s] that our obligations are to those living, no matter how important the dead are. We must choose to be present with those around us.
The relinquishing of niceness is a difficult task, especially if you have been socialized into it forever. Learning how to be small took all of my girlhood, learning the opposite will take all of my adulthood.
Conglomeration only seems to be accelerating . . . we need to understand how it impacts what we read and how we read it.
Liquid Snakes – Stephen Kearse
[Kearse’s hero] has been hurt by the carefully constructed cruelty of capitalism and doesn’t so much want to lift the veil but set it ablaze.
Where the Wind Calls Home – Samar Yazbek
The drama of recent Syrian history—the reign of the dictatorial Assad family, the brutal civil war begun in 2011—plays out in the struggle of one single consciousness trapped in its gears.