A Conversation with Anthony DiPietro

A Conversation with Anthony DiPietro, interviewed by Joanna Acevedo

Joanna Acevedo: So my first question is about the title of your collection [kiss + release], which kind of mimics the catch and release that fishermen do. Can you talk about the title, what its significance is, and how it relates to the context of this book? 

Anthony DiPietro: Sure. It's sort of a combination of that and the adage that you have to kiss a lot of frogs to catch your prince. So I was having a conversation with a writer friend, and the background of my life was that I was dating and going through break ups, and when that phrase came out of my mouth, I just knew that it was going to be the title of this book I was already working on. In the end, I feel like the book is a kind of meditation on things that happen over and over again. In a way, it becomes a meditation on how things just stay the same, because you’re always stuck in some place on a cycle. So I liked how it played into what the poems were dealing with. 

A big part of that was the poem “love is finished again.” It anchors the work. I wrote it as a long poem of eleven sections, and at one point I just considered it one section, but at a certain point—we’ll talk later about how the book is structured—but I realized as I tried to break it apart, we keep returning to this “love is finished again,” which keeps turning over the same thing, or trying to find another metaphor to say the same thing. And that was the moment when I knew I had a book on my hands. 

JA: I love that book moment. 

So these poems sort of fall into a couple of distinct forms. There’s the one that zig zags across the page, then there’s the kind of blocky prose one, and there’s one more that I don’t remember. So can you talk about what form means to you, and how these forms came to be? And what they mean to the book? 

AD: Sure. I was writing a lot of prose poems at the time, because I was taking a short forms course with Amy Hempel, who’s a fiction writer, and she said things like “I would be a poet, but I’m just not a poet, so I write short fiction,” and it’s hard to tell when you get these little blocks of text—it’s hard to tell the difference. When you’re the kind of writer who obsesses over every word and every cadence, it becomes hard to tell. Is it prose? Is it poetry? Is it fiction? Is it memoir? I was writing a bunch of those, and it was really successful. And then I was seeing how they interacted with the other poems I was writing. 

I think the reason you have a lot of poems on the left margin is that sometimes, left to my own devices, I’ll just write poems that look the same over and over again. I’ll just write tercets, I’ll just write quatrains. Actually, my chapbook is all quatrains. It’s about the pandemic. And the monotony really worked for that collection, the sameness of the form with the different content in between. But with a regular poetry collection, I didn’t want to turn every page and have every poem be the same. It wasn’t like, okay, this is going to be in couplets, this is going to be in quatrains. I kind of fuss with the form until I find something visually interesting that’s also saying something with the content to me. So yeah, I often stumble on them just kind of by play. 

And you know, another thread through the book is that I’m in conversation with other writers, or even song lyrics, things like that. So something about the book is playful, how it bounces around the page, mimicking this conversational back and forth. That’s happening in a lot of these poems. 

JA: And I’ll ask you about that conversational aspect in a minute.  

But a lot of your poems hinge on some kind of irony, I think, especially earlier in the book. A lot of the titles are very ironic. Do you want to talk about irony and titles? 

AD: Oh, your question made me think that I’m definitely the kind of writer who, in workshops when someone’s reading my work, I’ll get laughs, and I’ll be like: I don’t get it. Why is it funny? I guess I have a very dry sense of humor. And sometimes I think people are laughing because it’s awkward. But sometimes it’s these juxtapositions that I put together that create irony, and I think that can be part of the queer aesthetic, just like a different way of seeing how things interconnect. I definitely think a lot about my titles. For years I didn’t get how a title was good or not good with a poem, and at some point we had people who were interested in that topic in my graduate program, and I think that was part of what led me to have some aha moments about titles and how they interact with a poem in a way that takes it to a completely different space. You know the poem would make no sense if the title didn’t give you the context that you need. So once I learned how to make the title not only interesting but intrinsically connected to the poem, it became one of my strengths as a poet. It’s like adding another layer. 

JA: Pivoting a little bit, but I think there’s such a rich history of writing on desire and love and lust, but specifically, and maybe more recently, queer desire. Can you speak to this as your subject?

AD: Desire, and I usually say, Eros, just seems to be my subject matter. As for why I’m drawn to it, and why it’s important—there’s a lot of reasons, and part of it is that sex is already a subject that we kind of forget, because it’s everywhere, but sex was something you weren’t supposed to write about. And when you add that to queerness, it’s like extra taboo and persecuted. So I think that speaks to why it’s important as subject matter. It’s also a marker of identity. When I was in grad school, we had some professors who were like, “Oh, you younger generation just love to write about identity.” And they said that they never did that. And it was like, okay, well, just because you were white, male, and hetero doesn’t mean you weren’t writing about identity. But you thought you were the default, you thought you were speaking for the universal. Like, there’s other more interesting things than that. So I think that’s why I keep returning to desire and identity. 

But I did make an effort in this book to not just be about the person, like to be looking outside of myself and towards the world. And still always have queer as a kind of lens. I wanted to use my perspective to say something about the world. Otherwise I think you end up with a poetry book that isn’t urgent. You’re not writing what anybody needs to hear. Not to say that my book is full of anything people need to hear. But it’s trying to be. You know, I do try to be relevant. I used to think you had to aim for a timelessness, but then I realized that how you get the universal is really with the hyperspecific. So it’s my moment that will make it timeless. If it’s of a time or place, that’s what gets it there. 

And when you ask me about the context, as well, it gets me thinking of questions of lineage. Poets that I feel like I’m in conversation with include Diane Seuss, Jericho Brown, and sam sax. They’re all writing about desire, too. I talked about this in another interview, but Diane Seuss is writing about life history and turning it into a mythology. Unearthing the artifacts of our lives and the people we’ve known. Creating a whole image system through a song or an epic poem. That’s what I keep coming back to. 

JA: Speaking of this related question, who do you surround yourself with when you are working? Who’s your kin? What books are on your desk? 

AD: Yeah, I was taking that kind of literally and thinking about who I was with when I was writing this book, and what came to mind was the writers I was with in graduate school, who informed my thinking and my conversations. Also my teachers, and the writers I mentioned, who I always trust when I open their books. Anyone writing about queer desire. I was on the road for about a month when I was finishing the book, and that affected me as well. 

JA: I’ve asked you this before, but what’s next for you? What are you working on? 

AD: I’m already working on another book. The two ideas that are going into it are “house” and “party.” So right now it’s just house/party. Houses were on my mind because I bought a house during the pandemic, and for context, my father built the house I grew up in. So the physical structure of the house was like an extension of the family and our identities and stuff. And now I’ve circled to the point where I’m older than my father was when he built that house, and I wanted a house, and now I have one, and it immediately became complicated. It’s the American dream and all that. But it’s sort of like I look up and down the street, and everybody has a lawn, and everybody takes their garbage out on Monday morning, and it was complicated for me. I have to question that. So I’m writing poems about the symbolic meaning of that. And in the same way, house is connected to the pandemic, so if you had a house, your house suddenly became your world, and your memories of going to parties were suddenly all you had. 

And parties suddenly got really complicated during the pandemic, too, right? So I started thinking about all the parties I’d ever been to—wedding parties, drinking parties, all kinds of gatherings. I started making a list of every party I’d ever been to. Kind of a fun exercise. 

JA: I’ve been to a lot of parties. 

AD: Yeah, you know, it’s like the most basic social gathering. People meet their partners there, people meet their friends there. You go to a party to get with someone there. There’s a lot of overlap with queer desire and with just the world we live in with the pandemic. And now suddenly it’s over, and you can go to parties again, but you have to be really cautious and vigilant, and maybe wear a mask like a physical barrier between you and other people. So what is that? What does it mean? And this is what I want to explore, that parties are gone the way we remember them. I mean, maybe they’re back now. But queer spaces are disappearing. I read this essay in The New Yorker, which talks about the loss of queer spaces, as a bigger societal trend—I’ll have to look it up for you. This is something I want to explore.

So yeah, those are the two things I want to explore, and the book will develop a persona, similar to [kiss+release], but I’m exploring persona in a different way. And this persona will be in third person. So I’m trying to do a few things at once. 


Anthony DiPietro is a gay Rhode Island (USA) native whose career has been in community- based organizations and arts administration. He earned a creative writing MFA at Stony Brook University, where he also taught courses and planned and diversified arts programming. He now serves as associate director of Rose Art Museum in Waltham, Massachusetts. A graduate of Brown University with honors in creative writing, his poems and essays have appeared in numerous reviews and anthologies. His first chapbook, And Walk Through, a series of poems composed on a typewriter during the pandemic lockdowns, is now available from Seven Kitchens Press, and his full-length poetry collection, kiss & release, will appear from Unsolicited Press in 2024. His website is www.AnthonyWriter.com.


Joanna Acevedo (she/they) is a writer, educator, and editor from New York City. She was nominated for a Pushcart in 2021 for her poem “self portrait if the girl is on fire” and is the author of four books and chapbooks, including Unsaid Things (Flexible Press, 2021), List of Demands (Bottlecap Press, 2022), and Outtakes (WTAW Press, forthcoming 2023). Her work can be found across the web and in print, including or forthcoming in Jelly Bucket, Hobart, and The Adroit Journal. She is a Guest Editor at Frontier Poetry, The Masters Review, and CRAFT, and a regular contributor to The Masters Review blog, in addition to running interviews at Fauxmoir and The Great Lakes Review. As well as being a Goldwater Fellow at NYU, she was a Hospitalfield 2022 Interdisciplinary Resident. She received her MFA in Fiction from New York University in 2021, teaches writing, interviewing and communication skills for both nonprofits and corporations, and is supported by Creatives Rebuild New York: Guaranteed Income For Artists.




A Conversation with Emma Fedor

A Conversation with Emma Fedor by Swetha Amit

Swetha Amit: What inspired At Sea? How did the idea initially come about?

Emma Fedor: I have always wanted to write a novel. I had this original manuscript I spent years on and tried pitching it to agents. It didn't work out, so I decided to start over again. Through this process, I learned much about myself and the publishing industry. I developed this idea of how to write something that will attract attention and stay true to myself as a writer. My inspiration comes from the things I've been reading. For this instance, the idea emanated after reading the State of Wonder by Ann Patchett, which traces the journey of a researcher on an expedition in Brazil. And then, one day, when I was snorkeling, I wondered what if someone could breathe underwater without any apparatus, and the story was built on from there. 

SA: How long did it take you to write At Sea

EF: It took me about five years. I am not a fast writer and was juggling a full-time job involving intensive writing. This book was written on weekends and vacations whenever I could squeeze in time. Sometimes I'd go months without writing. This five-year time also includes the first drafts and revisions. 

SA: It's interesting how you alternate between two protagonist timelines in your book. Was the structure initially planned out that way? 

EF: I don't usually outline or plan my writing. I'm one of those people who just begins writing and hopes it goes somewhere. Initially, this book was supposed to be in two parts. I generally write in chronological order. I started writing the 2008 section parts and jumped into the 2014 timeline. I always knew I wanted to begin the book with that instance of having two figures sighted in water and not coming back to the surface. It was mysterious, and I initially planned it as a prologue. One day when I printed it all out, I separated it into different sections and shuffled them around. I wanted readers to read something first and wonder how the characters got there, and it can get tricky with a dual timeline. It can be exciting but also confusing. 

SA: You chose to tell the story of your protagonist, Cara, using close third narrative. What made you choose this point of view instead of the first person? 

EF: I gravitate towards the first person as it feels natural and easier. Somewhere along the way, I challenged myself and switched to close third. I was surprised to see how I could provide more depth in the scenic descriptions. It gives you more freedom in what you can say and how to develop the characters. Cara is sort of naïve and ignores the red flags, so using the first person would not help strike the balance I wanted to attain in my story.

SA: Your book is an interesting mash-up of genres. It's got this element of mystery, romance, thriller, and psychological angle. How did it all come up for you? 

EF: I wasn't shooting for any genre. Although I recollect wanting to write about people in their twenties trying to figure out what they were doing. I was fascinated with the time and age group where Cara is in her life. I wanted a good romance in the story. The other factors evolved along the way when I was writing. I was surprised when the mystery and thriller elements developed during the process. I started with the idea of what if someone could breathe underwater but wanted to explore something other than science fiction. The psychological aspect was to ground the story back to reality. 

SA: Returning to the characterization, how did you develop the stories of Cara and Brendon? 

EF: When I first wrote about Brendon, I wanted him to be the charming person Cara would immediately fall in love with. Initially, I was afraid to give him faults as I wanted him to be likable. Along the way, I realized it would not be realistic if I carved him out to be so perfect. I decided to add more dimension to Brendon's character and complexity to Cara and Brendon's relationship. I wanted to project that just because someone has flaws or is battling mental illness doesn't mean you'll like them less. However, it makes their relationship much more difficult. 

SA: It's interesting how you set the story on an island where Cara is cut off from everything else. Did you always intend the setting to be an island? 

EF: Early on, I knew I wanted to set something in Martha's Vineyard. Initially, I didn't think about it being an island. I just thought about this place's beauty and wanted to get it on the page. It wasn't until I started writing the novel I realized how much of an impact this setting had on Cara's character. Especially when she is cut off from everything at that point. It was likely she'd believe Brendon and get absorbed with him to a point where he became her world. 

SA: In the book, Cara says how art is an anecdote and helps with the healing process. Do you similarly view art/writing? 

EF: From a young age, I was a big journal and diary writer. I would write as though no one was ever going to read it. If you think someone would see it, it's not going to be sincere, and you aren't going to say what you are feeling. That helps with fiction writing too. I turn to writing when I am struggling with something. It's cathartic to be able to write down everything.

SA: What do you expect readers to take away from this book?

EF: I want readers to suspend their disbelief and believe in the unbelievable, which we don't get to do in life. This book is an escape in that sense. We know someone can't breathe underwater, but it's fun and liberating to just let yourself imagine they could and not get bogged down by the details of it. The way readers interpret the ending will also say a lot about who they are. 

SA: Who are the books/authors who have inspired you?

EF: While growing up, I read a lot of Judy Blume. It was great to read her work, where she talks about things that people don't like talking about. Summer Sisters is a book I love. Lily King is my favorite writer; her storytelling style is beautiful and graceful. Three Women and Animal by Lisa Taddeo are also books I like. I gravitate towards women writers and enjoy works with good family sagas, relationships, and coming of age. 

SA: What's your favorite childhood memory? 

EF: It would be going out on a boat at Cape Cod with my cousins and cruising along the bay on a summer day. 

SA: What's the strangest place you have visited?

EF: I majored in Spanish in my college days. So, I spent a semester in Peru. I did an independent study with descendants of the Machiguenga tribe in the tributary area in the Amazon. It was different from anywhere I've been and a beautiful experience. 

SA: Do you have any weird writing habits? 

EF: I seldom write at a desk. I am always reclined on a bed or cozy chair, with my knees curled up, plonked with many blankets and pillows. 

SA: Are there any upcoming books in the pipeline?

EF: I just finished a draft for a potential next book. It traces a group of rock climbers in the American west and revolves around the death of a rising star rock climber. It remains to be seen whether his death was an accident, or some foul play was involved. The book is written in multiple points of view from the perspectives of four people close to him and potential suspects. 


Emma Fedor grew up in Connecticut and later attended Kenyon College, where she double majored in Spanish Area Studies and English with an emphasis in creative writing. Her short story “Climb” was selected as a semi-finalist for the 2018 American Short(er) Fiction Prize, and her debut novel, At Sea, was named a GoodReads and Zibby Mag most anticipated book of 2023. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, baby girl, and chocolate lab, Homer. 


Author of her memoir, A Turbulent Mind-My journey to Ironman 70.3’, Swetha Amit is currently pursuing her MFA at University of San Francisco. She has published her works in Atticus Review, JMWW journal, Oranges Journal, Gastropoda Lit, Full House literary, Amphora magazine, Grande Dame literary journal, Black Moon Magazine, Fauxmoir lit mag, Poets Choice anthology, and has upcoming pieces in Drunk Monkeys, Agapanthus Collective, The Creative Zine, and Roi Faineant Press. She is one of the contest winners of Beyond words literary magazine, her piece upcoming in November. She is also, alumni of Tin House Winter Workshop 2022 and the Kenyon Review Writers’ workshop 2022. Twitter: @whirlwindtotsInstagram @swethaamit







Vapor

Vapor by Sara Eliza Johnson, reviewed by Rebecca Samuelson


Uncovering What Remains: Vapor by Sara Eliza Johnson

The impact humans have on the planet can be difficult to contemplate. Sara Eliza Johnson takes this rumination a step further by exploring the trails that individuals leave behind as environmental issues engulf society. Vapor is a collection that implores readers to consider the complexity surrounding every decision as well as the choices that people have made before our present time. 

The collection is divided into seven sections with multiple poems sharing the same title. By having more than one piece titled “vapor,” many thoughts arise. It pushes the reader to consider that existence consists of temporary moments. The cover art, which depicts physical pink vapor, produces an immediate emphasis on occupying space. Johnson reveals to the reader what this means in terms of species and phenomenon.

Science and physics play an integral role throughout the collection. In the first piece “Planktonic Foraminifera” (1), an image of alien fish becomes magnified once you understand that planktonic foraminifera are single-celled organisms found in the ocean. Concepts like these do not feel like a barrier because they directly address the reader. Johnson encourages you to think about these concepts while observing the movement taking place. The observational tone and intentional pause are set in the very first poem. 

To prevent the reader from getting weighed down by structures like amplituhedron or black holes, Johnson employs different shapes of poems. In some cases, this comes in the form of an extended prose poem, or in others it comes as varying lengths of couplets. She intentionally utilizes blank space and caesuras to emphasize specific lines. One of the clearest examples of this is in “Nebula” (26-27) where line 7 is a stark “You float” between stanzas.

She also recalls certain images across poems. There are numerous mentions of a “wound” that appears to encapsulate our experiences as human beings. At times this wound is in the form of changes in the land composition, and then it shifts to hearts beating. “Asteroseismology” (43) is the clearest example of this combination of images. The title means the study of oscillations in stars and this act of swinging back and forth is represented in the poem’s couplets. Line 1 also creates a raw image for the reader: 

                Like all derelict things, grief devours me.

Being swallowed up by grief or darkness is a concept that pervades the book. Johnson goes between light and darkness by way of stars or shadows unfurling around us. As the poem continues, lines 5–10 get to the heart of the matter:

    …But somewhere deep inside
         me still comes a light, a molten handful 

                of uranium that burns a path out,

                threatens to eat clean through my chest, 

                drain from that wound

                like an infection. 

These lines show the strength of unexpected comparisons. The reader can feel them bursting forth on the page and out of themselves. 

As the collection progresses, the reader moves through space and time. Section six has three pieces titled “Titan.” Titan is Saturn’s largest moon and you can feel its vastness through the images in “Titan” (57-58). This poem is about the lake Jingpo Lacus. Amidst images of UV light, crystals, and waves there is a feeling of familiarity wherever you are. The opening couplet captures this beautifully:

                This lake holds you as if it knows

                your form, has felt you before. (1-2)

There is a sense of unraveling into something that recognizes the reader and this becomes extremely intriguing with all of the combined images. Beginning with a lake and ending with a flood has an incredible impact. 

Once the reader reaches the final section, it feels like having engaged with an entire galaxy. There are so many intriguing images that make the reader stop and take notice. “Revelation” (65-66) captures the observational nature present throughout every poem. It shows how humans are able to ponder the connections and relationships with the world, but it still requires additional time to revisit these thoughts to achieve a breakthrough. This essence of still seeking answers is most present in lines 15–17:

                …I’d feed my heart 

                to a snake if it would show me how to change

                skins, how to survive as an unlovable thing.

After spending most of the collection directly addressing the reader, it seems important to note that the “I” makes its presence known in the last section of the book. 

Johnson’s second book attempts to see through the different vapor that surrounds us. Whether that’s through thinking about migration or combustion, she provides many stops for readers to reflect on what they see. The collection ends with shivering which echoes the importance of continual movement. We have to keep going even when the vapor dissipates.


Vapor by Sara Eliza Johnson, published by Milkweed Editions, August 2022. 96 pages.


Rebecca Samuelson is a Bay Area poet from Hayward, California who writes from the intersection of caretaking and grief. She received her MFA in creative writing, with a concentration in poetry, from Saint Mary’s College of California. She received a BA in English, with a concentration in creative writing, from San Francisco State University. Her work can be found at rebecca-samuelson.com.

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What Moves the Dead

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher, reviewed by Katy Mitchell-Jones

Retired soldier Alex Easton is summoned to a childhood friend’s dilapidated mansion after receiving a letter from Madeline Usher that she is dying. Once Alex arrives, it is apparent that something very grim has taken hold of the estate, and not all is what it seems. 

The eerie tone is set immediately as Alex rides on horseback toward the House of Usher. The forest path is lined with mushrooms described as “flesh-like” and “clammy”, which grow “out of the gaps in the stones of the tarn like tumors growing from diseased skin” (1). The surrounding lake also “lay dark and very still,” and does not encourage the idea to drink from it, even after a long ride. Just around the corner from the house, Alex meets an illustrator named Eugenia Potter, painting the mushrooms, with whom Alex engages in conversation. Miss Potter informs Alex of certain histories and scientific names of the species, which segues into a brief explanation of Alex’s fictional home country of Gallacia, and the idiosyncratic intricacies of its language. 

The language from Alex’s home country of Gallacia differs, in that it utilizes seven sets of pronouns, and Alex uses a genderless pronoun that soldiers adopt once they are sworn into the army. When Denton, an American doctor, meets Alex for the first time, he “stared,” and Alex “recognized the look” (17). Alex muses internally that Denton, “was likely not expecting a short, stout person in a dusty greatcoat and a military haircut. I no longer bother to bind my breasts, but I never had a great deal to worry about in that direction, and my batman sees that my clothing is cut in proper military style” (16). During their conversation, Alex observes, “the wheels working in his head, trying to determine my relationship to his friend’s sister. It was vaguely amusing and vaguely offensive all at once” (18). Non Gallacians often try to categorize Alex into the gender binary when they first meet, not knowing their pronouns ka/kan, which are used to refer to anyone serving in the Gallacian military.

In this retelling of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher, Kingfisher modernizes some aspects, like including non-binary characters, while still keeping some of the historical components. For one, the time period is still set in the late-1800s and modern medicine and technology have not yet been developed. Characters rely on old modes of transit like horses and carriages, as well as antiquated means of communication, like letter writing. As far as the more modern components, the voice and perspectives of the protagonist, Alex, are more updated. Alex is told that, “Hysterical epilepsy is probably the diagnosis she’d be given in Paris, for all the good it does…a useless damn diagnosis” (31). Historically, women who showed signs of distress that were not obviously due to a known medical cause, were often labeled hysterical and were subject to hysterectomies – the removal of one’s uterus – as a treatment. It is refreshing to read a conversation about an ailing woman in which a doctor agrees that hysteria is a “useless” term to describe her symptoms.

When Alex arrives at the house of Usher, the twin siblings Madeline and Roderic have outwardly aged many more years than expected. Alex describes Roderick as “unrecognizable” due to his skin being, “the color of bone, white with a sallow undertone, a nasty color, like a man going into shock. His eyes had sunk into deep hollows tinged with blue…” (13). Madeline too, “had become so thin that [Alex] could nearly see the bones under the skin. Her lips were tinged with violet, like a drowning woman’s… then she stretched out a hand like a bird’s claw… and [Alex] saw that her fingernails were the same deep cyanotic violet” (16). Alex is alarmed by the siblings' deterioration, and attempts to sway them to leave their home, to seek healthcare in Paris, but they refuse.

The house itself is initially described by Alex as “a depressing scene,” as “the windows of the house stared down like eye sockets in a row of skulls” (9). Despite the grim exterior, Alex’s determination is not hampered. Inside the entrance, “wallpaper had peeled back from the walls, hanging in rages, leaving the exposed flesh of the building behind. Mold crept up the pale boards, tiny spots of black that joined together like constellations.” Roderick claims to “hear things… Other people’s breathing sounds like thunder…worms in the rafters” (30). Alex worries that Roderick is going mad. After Madeline passes away, Alex is devastated but Roderick behaves oddly. He is skittish and paranoid, thinking he hears whispers from the walls. Alex begins to wonder if Madeline’s death was due to natural causes. Perhaps Roderick’s paranoia is truly a result of grief, but maybe it is more sinister? 

The novel is packed with atmospheric imagery, from the description of the house, to the deterioration of the characters appearances, to the odd-behaving, orange-eyed hares that surround the estate. It is up to Alex to figure out the cause of the Usher siblings’ poor health, alongside Denton. 

It is not necessary to have read Poe’s original story before enjoying this one, though it is interesting to compare the two. Poe is known for extremely dark, ethereal writing, and T. Kingfisher does not disappoint in this retelling; the creepy mood is apparent on every page, through characterization and imagery. She adds a few more characters and traits than the original, as well as a subplot or two to add to the chilling conspiracy. It is a quick, gripping story to read leading up to Halloween, or just on a cold, rainy day.


What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher

July 12, 2022

Tor Nightfire

165 pages


Katy Mitchell-Jones is originally from a small town in Washington state and graduated from the University of Washington in Seattle with her BA and MA. She then headed to Boston to teach high school English but has since returned to her west coast roots. Her favorite authors are Margaret Atwood, David Sedaris, Tana French, and Glendy Vanderah. She has published three short stories with Chipper Press, for middle-grades. You can follow her on Goodreads here.
















A Conversation with Kara Vernor

A Conversation with Kara Vernor by Joanna Acevedo

Joanna Acevedo: Most of your stories are incredibly short, less than two pages, which is something I really like to see. I'm a big fan of flash fiction. What drew you to flash fiction, as opposed to traditional fiction?

Kara Vernor: I think that it came to me naturally. Some people are just sort of oriented towards different genres. As a kid I would write poetry, not short stories, so I think I always wanted that kind of compression, and especially the emotional compression that you can get in shorter forms. But I spent a lot of time listening to music. I was much more into music than literature for a long time. The framework of a song conveys so much, but also being quite short I think was something that was just in my bones, so I think that's why I was drawn to it. I didn’t discover flash and then start writing flash. I was sort of just naturally writing these short chunks, and as it developed. I discovered flash and thought: that's the best home for what I do.

JA: Can you talk about how this collection kind of came together, and how you began to build the book?

KV: At some point I just felt like I had enough stories, and enough of a thread that ran through them. I didn't set out to create the collection—it’s my first writing in terms of trying to write more seriously—and so what I wanted more than anything was just to keep pushing myself and not do the same thing over and over. So it was actually quite intentionally trying out different voices. And so I think it took a while to sort of see what was there. And it's funny; I remember chatting with John Jodzio, who is a flash writer who I love. And he was sort of like, “Well, what brings your collection together?” and I just said: “Well, pop culture, and misery?” And I hope some humor, too. But I think that's about it. I know that some folks set out to write really tightly contained, cohesive chapbooks. So that's never been my goal. I will get bored if I have to set out to do all, like, magical realism or all fairy tales or whatnot. So I had to kind of write and write and write before I felt like I even understood what it was that linked the stories.

KV: And it’s still not the most linked chapbook out there. 

JA: It's interesting what you said about trying different voices, because something that I noticed is you often write in the first person, and I think that you really do have a distinctive narrative voice. So I was interested to ask, who are the women? I think it's almost all women in your collection. And how does that voice affect your storytelling?

KV: I think the women in the collection—I wouldn't call them all naive narrators—but I think that a lot of them are. I think a lot of them do sort of present in that realm. They're hopeful and determined. But at the same time they just keep making these mistakes, their experiences and that naivete lends itself to that tragedy comedy, both sides of the coin flipping from one to the other rather quickly. I really like naive narrators.

JA: These women are mostly looking for something. I kind of picked it out as fulfillment or satisfaction, possibly love, and they mostly meet unfortunate ends. The one I'm thinking of is the one with the boy and the roller coaster. Can you speak to this theme, and how you use irony and humor in your writing to counter that kind of drive for love?

KV: Yeah, sometimes it sort of works out for them. And sometimes it doesn't. But I think that they all kind of want freedom, and they want love, and they want to do things their way. Especially in kind of traditional heterosexual relationships that balance can be really fraught, and they're running into that. They're running into like what they sort of learned and picked up in pop culture about how things are supposed to be in the roles we're supposed to play, and they're coming up against men, usually but not always, but usually, who probably have those tapes playing themselves. And then how do you negotiate that? Especially when you don't necessarily love yourself? And so I think a lot of the women in the collection are also women who are sort of seeking and wanting some validation that they haven't gotten from the world. But they're still hopeful to get it.

KV: I just think that growing up, how do you learn about how you're supposed to be in the world given your set of circumstances: who you are, what you like, your gender, your racial background, your sexual orientation, like all of those things. How are those reflected in the media? And then how do you be in conversation with that or not? And I think there's a lot of really funny sort of opportunities there when you're sort of taking a queue from pop culture in real life, because it's really not real life. For the most part it's really not real life. And so how do you reconcile those two things? What you think you're supposed to be, or how you're reflected? Or sometimes even the art that's important to you? With what's happening in your actual life.

JA: Speaking of the art as important to you, who are some of your influences?

KV: So many influences, lots of musical influences. I wrote a little bit about Jim Carroll, who is a musician and writer, but his spoken word really sort of influenced my writing. He tells these really funny vignettes about his life, but watching him tell a colorful story in a short amount of time stuck with me. But literature-wise, I mean, I got started reading Raymond Carver. I love Raymond Carver for all his faults and everything else. Some of the most influential flash for me was stuff that I read early. So, Kathy Fish. There was a Best Of The Net anthology, I think Matt Bell was the editor of it. So really just reading the breadth of what was out there, and I think some of the weirder stuff, too. There was a journal called LMA that wrote stuff that was a little more avant-garde or abstract a lot of the time and I felt really pushed by that. Stephanie Freele is another writer who I felt very influenced by, and I don't hear people talk about her as much. She’s in my area, so I got to hear her talk, and that’s how I started to learn about getting published. 

JA: Another question I had—many of your stories hinge on what in poetry we would call a volta, or a final kind of turn or change in tone. How do you think this turn functions in your work, and why do you think it's so important? Or do you think it's so important?

KV: I don't know if I think it's important. I think I just like it. I like it when I read them, and again it kind of just works with how I think. But I love the idea of an ending that kind of reflects backwards. So you're building the story, and you need all of this forward momentum. Maybe not in every story, but something that I think is really satisfying is when you get to the end. And there's a reflection all the way back. So all of a sudden, you're sort of re-understanding everything that you've read moving forward. And it is in a way, like a flash. I mean, flash is probably an appropriate word. I think there is kind of like an illumination when that happens.

KV: And that's one of the ways to make a story bigger than it is and to get the most that you can out of a very short amount of language is to make sure that the writing is kind of working backwards as it's working forwards. Even if you don't realize that until you get to the end of the piece.

JA: What's next for you? What are you working on? If you’re working on anything? And what are you working toward?

KV: Yeah, that's a good question. I took a job about a year ago that has consumed my life, so I'm not working on all that much right now. And at the same time, I think, stepping back from reading and writing as much as I had been, and the literary community has allowed me the space to reconsider. And I don't know if it's this way in every genre, but for flash, being involved in the online community, it feels almost like a requirement, even though I know it's not. And what I've come to understand is that that hasn't—that doesn't necessarily support my writing. The more I'm involved on Twitter or other things. I've discovered that my writing suffers from it. I really like the literary community that I see in person. I used to put on a reading series. It was super fun. I've volunteered in different capacities with the Mendocino Coast Writers Conference, and been on the board in the past. I really like that element and how that works with my writing and makes it feel less isolating.

KV: But in sort of taking a step back, I can't be online as much, because I see how much that sort of takes away, not just in terms of time, but also in terms of a certain kind of thinking and way of being that becomes a norm in the community. And I don't know how to write and not think of my community at the same time. So I'm just kind of dipping my toe back in, really writing more for me when I can, and not stressing at all about publishing. Not feeling like I want to be on that sort of rat wheel. I guess it's the freedom of really having less ambition and actually not trying to get anywhere; like, I just kind of want it to be. I wanted to have a place in my life that feels good and not like a way I measure myself against other people.


Kara Vernor’s tiny fictions have appeared in Ninth Letter, Gulf Coast, The Los Angeles Review, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, and elsewhere. Some have also been included in The Best Small Fictions, Best Microfiction, Wigleaf’s Top 50, and the W. W. Norton anthology, Flash Fiction AmericaBecause I Wanted to Write You a Pop Song, her fiction chapbook, is available from Split Lip Press.


Joanna Acevedo is a writer, educator, and editor from New York City. She was nominated for a Pushcart in 2021 for her poem “self portrait if the girl is on fire” and is the author of four books and chapbooks, including Unsaid Things (Flexible Press, 2021), List of Demands (Bottlecap Press, 2022), and Outtakes (WTAW Press, forthcoming 2023). Her work can be found across the web and in print, including or forthcoming in Litro USAHobart, and The Adroit Journal. She is a Guest Editor at Frontier Poetry and The Masters Review and a member of the Review Team at Gasher Journal, in addition to running interviews at Fauxmoir and The Great Lakes Review. As well as being a Goldwater Fellow at NYU, she was a Hospitalfield 2022 Interdisciplinary Resident. She received her MFA in Fiction from New York University in 2021, teaches writing and interviewing skills for both nonprofits and corporations, and is supported by Creatives Rebuild New York: Guaranteed Income For Artists.

A Spotlight on the Drawings and Paintings of Jane Sugar

A Spotlight on the Drawings and Paintings of Jane Sugar, by Alex Russell

Tumblr can be a good place for artists or those deeply involved with or fascinated in art. There are countless photos of work by renowned and well-known artists, ranging from Vincent van Gogh to Mark Rothko (there is even a blog dedicated solely to discussing and showcasing Rothko’s work, updated, as its title suggests, every day). 

There are countless contemporary, original creators, too. I had the fabulous luck of stumbling across one of these artists – an experienced, profoundly diverse, and dedicated New York City-based creator named Jane Sugar.

Sugar’s blog displays almost instantly the sheer variety of media with which she creates. From work done in colored pencil on paper, to magnetic pieces done in ink, she adeptly constructs visuals both intriguing and engrossing, prompting a closer look. 

Her representational pieces, depicting people, places, or animals, can sometimes venture into surrealistic moments, frozen in time – or tender, wholesome snapshots underscored with patience and warmth. What might have been a specific place on Earth is distilled into soft shades of pink and violet; the natural world, even in a piece called “City Picnic,” is never far away.

Like any great artist, Sugar also has a sense of humor; her more whimsical pieces are simple, straightforward samples of jocularity, with the short, implied distance of an inside joke between two close friends. 

“Tree Play,” a vertical piece done in ink and colored pencil on paper, is a visceral example of bold strokes and thick, dark spaces. There is a sense of impermanence to the wispy nature of many of the strokes and linework, almost reminiscent of a half-memory or dream. This visual and textural denial of concrete objectivity works like a question, a space in which to ponder and think. Something solid, a piece of art that works as a self-sufficient answer, will almost never be as interesting. 

Sugar is capable of uncovering great nuance in darker colors. Her series “Nighttime Sky” consists of various, square-shaped pockets of the night sky. One segment, “Stars in the Night Sky,” evokes shades of van Gogh – except this “starry night” does not rely on swirls and vibrant, emotive streaks. It instead embraces the thick, inky, shadowy depths of a dark sky, creating a unified, balanced image. The delicate dollops of pale starlight and blue, lacelike clouds tamper off the otherwise enveloping night.

This untitled square, again from the “Nighttime Sky” series, is almost entirely dark and, without the added titular context, may as well be a purely abstract work. Still, there is something entirely immediate in the piece. The gouache – sometimes tenderly applied, at times layered on thick – hints at a resounding emotional weight; a nameless, but powerful, feeling not unlike that special feeling one gets looking up at the sky at night. 

It is clear that Sugar takes from life to create her art – work that sometimes feels like a re-contextualization of something deeply intimate, or a soft, introspective reflection on something personal and real. Many of her scenes depicting people or specific places – like “Central Park” – seem to combine real, physical “object matter” – to borrow a phrase from Barnett Newman – with her own subjective impressions, adding up to something like a half-remembered dream. 

She can also completely surprise the viewer with vivid, organic, completely abstract works – expressionist images that speak volumes, without ever raising their voice; pictures that have their own emphatic, neutral nature.

This untitled piece is especially resonant – symbols that appear to be eyes or mouths are both clear and translucent, moving in and out of the overall mass of swirling, bubbling, flowing colors. No one segment overpowers any other in the piece, intimating a sense of peace and calm, despite the lack of title or any recognizable elements.

Certain work, built off of an actual, real world basis, like “Seascape,” retains the unpredictable, expressive, and wonderfully quizzical nature of an abstract action painting. Parts of it levitate, fading in and out of this existence; others swirl and glide and retain their autonomy in a constantly fluctuating visage. 

Sugar is the type of artist whose work I adored from the first go. Her recurring overabundance of visual elements, whether they are abstract shapes and lines, or specific elements like people, trees, or household objects, never feel like clutter or a busy series of afterthoughts. In fact, she handles business superbly well, turning something that might otherwise have felt hectic into a kind of rhythmic experience – almost like music. 

Having touched on all the things she includes in her pieces, it’s important to mention another one of her skills – knowing when to employ empty space. The understated, subtly heartbreaking “Under a Field” is that kind of painting, placing a seemingly blank human shape near the center of the canvas, between the deep, sprawling, empty blue sky and the subterranean darkness in the bottom half of the image. Although the body seems stuck “under” the world, it’s a transcendent, moving picture, perhaps speaking to the double-sided nature of isolation – it can be peaceful, or wholly stultifying. 

In any case, the striking, equally colorful and dark absence in “Under a Field” is another one of those opportunities for a viewer to pause, breathe, and coexist with a truly special piece of art. 

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If you find an artist whose work amazes and inspires you, to whatever degree, as you scroll through social media, I encourage you to reach out to this person and share a bit about what in their output spoke to you. Art made by everyday people sometimes gets relegated to unjustly put-down, over-simplified words like “hobby,” avoiding the massive inner value and strength of putting pencil to paper and sharing it with the world. 

Her blog, A Mock Turtleneck, can be found at amockturtleneck.tumblr.com.


Alex Russell earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from George Mason University and now works in the field of journalism and publishing. He has contributed poetry to a variety of literary magazines and art journals, such as The Elevation Review, 300 Days of Sun, and The Ignatian Literary Magazine. His contributions to the Falls Church News-Press, a locally owned newspaper in the Washington, DC area, can be found online at fcnp.com.

A Conversation with Doug Henderson 

A Conversation with Doug Henderson, by Swetha Amit

What inspired The Cleveland Heights. How did the idea come about? 

For a long time, I wanted to write about the type of gay characters I felt we weren't seeing, especially at that time. Like typically, the gay heavy metal nerds. I always find it interesting to meet queer people in counter cultures. I thought it would be a good idea to talk about such queer people, and that's how the idea began. I finished writing the story in 2013 when I graduated. This book sat for a while, and I worked on it for six years before I signed the contract in 2019. 

In The Cleveland Heights, these blurred lines exist between reality and the fantasy world. How did you balance it out?

I was lucky as my characters ended up being the kind of people who saw their world in a blurred manner. Most of them tended to see magic and serendipity, and so for me, that really helped in creating these fine lines as a writer. The only character who resisted that a bit was Mooneyham – though he needs it the most. 

There is one interesting line in your book – Sometimes when you're in a rush, you don't see things that are right in front of you. There could be an idea for a story under our noses, which inspires a writer. Where do you draw inspiration from? 

So, I am a very different person when I am writing. As a writer, I am much bolder and more stubborn. I am inspired to try doing things as they should. For instance, I make a running list of items. Then I like to tell the opposite of what I see. I write down everything I see in my journal. Besides, I also write almost every day.  

What inspired your short story, The Manga Artist? How did you decide upon the unique structure and form? 

I wanted to write a story that was form driven, and I knew I wanted to write about a manga artist, and someone living in Japan. These ideas merged, and I wanted to know if there was any way I could write it like a manga. Initially, I hesitated as I was curious if it would be sustainable, or what the reading experience would be like for the reader. Then one day, I decided to sit down and write a few vignettes. I began to like what I saw on the page, and felt I could keep writing like this. And it finally worked out in the end. 

There are similarities in the dynamics between Masashieg and Scotty to Alfonso and Hamuchan. How did that come about? Was it a deliberate attempt to draw these parallels? 

That also developed as I wrote the story. The idea for the school mice and the hamster came to me first. I also had a list of things I wanted to do, like writing in present tense and in first person. I generally resist both. I also wondered how I could write about animals without making it seem gimmicky. Then I realized the school mouse could be something the manga artist is drawing, and the manga artist could be the love interest of the guy living in Japan, and they all came together. I think these parallels between the characters came on to me quite early.

Did you always decide about Scotty being the narrator? 

When I wrote the first draft, I didn’t know how to explain the panels to the reader. It was a little bit more direct. There was a lot of second person where Scotty was telling the readers what they see by using ‘you’. During revision, when I removed the second person, I knew there was a narrator in the story, and it had to be Scotty.

How long did it take you to write this story?

It took about five years from when I wrote the first draft to when it got published. But it sat for a while with a title. I initially came up with a few options, like 'The School Mice'. But once I thought of the manga artist, I knew it was ready to go. I had also workshopped it several times in groups after my MFA program. I initially wrote the first draft during my MFA. Someone said it was ready at the workshop, and I should be finding a home for it. And then it was a finalist at a story competition. But it didn't win, so I just kept submitting to journals.

When you get a few rejections, do you feel that you need to change something in your story? How do you deal with them?

It's always a challenge. Rejections hurt. This story got a handful of them. In fact, it was rejected within twenty-four hours. And it was a finalist somewhere else, and it won a contest. I don't know what rejections mean. And not sending work out is more painful than getting a rejection. Rejection results in a few self-doubts, which lasts for a couple of days. However, I would be crushed if I never took steps to achieve my dream of getting published. 

You have written both short and long fiction. What is your approach towards both these forms? 

I think about that a lot. The novel can be longer, while short stories need to be very tight. I like to draw parallels with music. A short story is like a music box with many mechanics that need to be fine-tuned. A novel is like a jam session, with more space and time to put in more things. 

With some short stories, there is hardly a plot, and they are more character driven. So which, according to you, comes first – the characters or the plot? 

Hmm. Not the plot. I don't know if it's the characters, either. Usually, it's a feeling or emotion that I want to recreate. So, I typically manipulate my plot or characters around that emotion. If that makes sense. 

So, who are the authors who influence or inspire you?

Recently it's César, Aira-author of The Musical Brain. He is a South American author. My standard favorites are John Steinbeck, James Thurber, and Katherine Mansfield. I generally like a mix of humor and bittersweet stories. I read across genres, from literary to genre fiction, comics, and graphic novels. 

What is the strangest place you have ever visited?

I once went to a fairy glen in Scotland that felt magical and transportive. I'd never been to any place like it – lots of small, rolling hills and little ponds. It was very otherworldly. 

What is one weird writing habit that you possess? (If any)

I do not need any special requirements to write. I like to just get right into it. But I do enjoy a cup of milky black tea. 

Lastly, are there any more books in the pipeline? 

Yes. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. I am always writing. I do have short stories recently rejected that l will try to rework. I do have a novel that I am working on. The story takes place in San Francisco, and it's about people who pilot giant mechanical robots. We'll see how that goes. 


Doug Henderson is the author of The Cleveland Heights LGBTQ Sci-Fi and Fantasy Role Playing Club, and a winner of the PEN/Dau Short Story Prize for Emerging Writers. His work has appeared in The Iowa Review, Short Editions, and elsewhere. Originally from Cleveland, he received his MFA from the University of San Francisco. He lives in the Castro District with his husband and two children.


Author of her memoir, A Turbulent Mind-My journey to Ironman 70.3’, Swetha Amit is currently pursuing her MFA at University of San Francisco. She has published her works in Atticus Review, JMWW journal, Oranges Journal, Gastropoda Lit, Full House literary, Amphora magazine, Grande Dame literary journal, Black Moon Magazine, Fauxmoir lit mag, Poets Choice anthology, and has upcoming pieces in Drunk Monkeys, Agapanthus Collective, The Creative Zine, and Roi Faineant Press. She is one of the contest winners of Beyond words literary magazine, her piece upcoming in November. She is also, alumni of Tin House Winter Workshop 2022 and the Kenyon Review Writ

M3GAN Film Score

M3GAN Film Score by Anthony Willis, reviewed by Jeromiah Taylor

photo: Film Music Reporter

Perhaps you’ve seen her dancing in a hallway; her gangly limbs swinging with sinister ease. Or perhaps you’ve seen her galloping on all fours through the woods, her neat pea-coat belying the blood she’s soon to shed. In whatever light you cast M3gan, the protagonist of her namesake movie, she seems to be in on a joke that we are not. We, human beings, are not privy to her inner-world: that of a cutting edge artificial intelligence designed to learn about, and protect, at all costs, the children we cannot be bothered to raise ourselves. The film tells the story of Gemma, a computer engineer for a toy company, who assumes legal guardianship of her niece, Cady, after her sister’s death. Inspired by her difficulty connecting with Cady,  Gemma creates M3gan to meet her boss’s demands for a new, more competitive product. Taking a wealth of cues from the Child's Play franchise, M3gan walks the tight-rope of camp with all the agility of its antagonist. 

The film is enhanced by its score, composed by Anthony Willis, who masterfully replicates the film’s tongue-in-cheek exercise in horror. Many of the compositions feature lush strings and plump keyboards, suggesting on the surface all the manufactured optimism and sincere commerce of the tech industry. Yet almost every piece possesses a melancholic doubt, a worried counterpoint. This counterpoint, though never blatantly sinister, is eerie. The suspicion that something is too good to be true, now a trope of cautionary tales about technological advancement, sneaks into the film and the score immediately. Both the characters and the audience feel as though they have seen something in their peripheral vision that they would rather not think about. Although blinders-on self-deceit is a real human proclivity, it does not last long in M3gan. Refreshingly, Gemma heeds the counterpoint before it is too late. 

Not content to be just another apocalyptic tale, M3gan succeeds, almost incidentally, at being an effective personal drama. Despite the fact that M3gan the character has instantly joined the ranks of beloved horror antagonists like Chucky, Jason, and Annabelle, AI serves only an allegorical function in the film. Motherhood is the thematic crux of M3gan. The loss of one mother, the reluctance of a surrogate, and the lethal eagerness of an artificial one. Loss, surrogate, artificial. With those three words, we might be getting close to the heart of M3gan: a heart devastated by loss, roving for relief, and jumping at the false-promise of panacea. Maternity is thematically integral not only to the film but also to the score, which alludes to the diabolical lullaby of Rosemary's Baby. That haunting "la la la." especially influences "On the Subject of Death.''  The two tracks in the score that feature vocals are lullabies. In "Tell Me Your Dreams," M3gan sings to Cady:

If you should feel alone/Or that your world has come apart/Just reach out and you’ll see a friend is never very far./Tell me your dreams, I will dream them too,/I’m so glad I finally found you.

In the most memorable scene, M3gan, who has just dismembered a boy who bullied Cady, tucks Cady into bed. Cady asks whether M3gan hurt the boy. After offering a vague response, M3gan sings a snippet of Sia’s “Titanium” to lull Cady into sleep. The chorus, “you shoot me down/ but I don’t fall/ I am titanium,” takes on a new meaning in the context of the film, as M3gan is literally made of titanium. Sia recorded a full acoustic version of the song, called “Titanium (M3gan’s Version),” in which the heart-stopping anthemic quality of the original is liberated from the deadweight of its electronic production. Over sparse, unresolved piano chords, Sia unleashes a nuclear event of a vocal performance, where that undeniable melody finds full fruition. 

Not only maternal, M3gan is distinctly feminine. In fact, M3gan draws a triangle between Gemma, Cady, and M3gan, all female (ostensibly in M3gan's case), characters. The goings on of men are restricted to the outside world, a world the film makes sure to sketch only in necessary detail. The real world of M3gan is the relationships between the three. A complicated family dynamic if there ever was one. Where M3gan owes her existence to Gemma and Gemma owes her professional reputation to M3gan. Where Cady, despite relying on Gemma, feels deeply torn between her aunt and her best friend: the machine who assuages her grief with all the devoted attention Gemma can never seem to spare. Echoing the cramped domestic drama of the film, the score uses sonic cues to conjure a twisted ambience of Saturday morning cartoons, ill-fated outings, and the incongruity between the juvenile and adult worlds. These cues are reflected in the track titles: “Those Aren’t Toys,” “Reluctant Guardian,” and “Attachment Theory.” 

Despite its necessary handling of artificial intelligence, M3gan  stands resolutely in the personal. Though the film does indulge in a few blundered moments of social commentary, it largely avoids the fate of too many horror movies neutered by their own ambition. M3gan triumphs over its thematic potholes through its aesthetic might. The film's lasting impression is neither sermon nor exploit, but a truthful analogy for grief and the dire consequences of trying to outrun it. The score echoes the film in every respect with its nuanced inversion of the plastic and its probing queries into the merit of feeling good in a bad world. 


M3GAN Film Score by Anthony Willis, 2022. 


Jeromiah Taylor is a writer and photographer born, raised, and living on The Great Plains. As an essayist Jeromiah publishes widely in regional news outlets such as The Kansas Reflector, The Pennsylvania-Capitol Star, The Sunflower, and The Liberty Press. In 2022, Jeromiah completed his first poetry chapbook "Havoc Heaped on Boy Body," a deep-dive into queer latino manhood, and quarter-life issues, refracted through the images of horror cinema, folk religion, The Great American Songbook, and homoeroticism. He also, along with several members of Wichita State University's M.F.A in poetry program, co-organized and co-headlined, the language event, "Nothing is Necessary, Everything is a Choice: A Night of Spoken Word," hosted by MonikaHouse as a part of the 2022 National Independent Venue Week line-up.

Beyond creative pursuits, Jeromiah worked in copywriting roles for several non-profit organizations, and currently earns a living via that most storied of writerly day jobs: working at a coffee shop.

He lives in Wichita, Kansas with his partner, one impish dog, and one imperious cat.




Roses in the Mouth of a Lion

Roses in the Mouth of a Lion, by Bushra Rehman, reviewed by Mica Corson

Bushra Rehman calls herself a vagabond poet. She has traveled the world with only her poems as company but always returns to her birthplace: Corona, Queens. Her words are imbued with cultural resonance and feminist themes that make every piece she writes stand out with its complexity. Rehman’s most recent novel Roses, in the Mouth of a Lion, extends these themes in a captivating coming-of-age story set in her hometown. 

Like Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Rehman’s novel explores community, family, and queer love. In it, our main character is Razia Mirza, a girl raised in a tight-knit Pakistani-American community. In the mid-eighties, Razia is a quiet, awkward child relishing her moments of freedom with her best friend, Saima. The girls do their best to be good daughters and good Muslims, often pushing away people and ideas that conflict with her family’s views, even as it begins to weigh down on them. 

When a family rift means she is no longer allowed to be friends with Saima, Razia is heartbroken and finds a new confidant in Taslima. Together they rebel, if only a little, by listening to secular music, thrifting for the latest fashions, and exploring New York beyond Corona. With confidence from her new friendships, Razia attends a prestigious high school, a long train ride away from her parents’ eyes. There she meets Angela. Angela seems to be everything that Razia is not. She cuts classes, wears what she wants, and is surrounded by her group of goth butterflies. But Angela chooses to cut class with Razia. Together they go to museums and explore Manhattan, though never traveling back to Corona. 

As Razia’s and Angela’s relationship blossoms into something more, girls her age in her community are getting engaged and even married. With each passing day, Razia gets more frustrated with the expectations her family and Aunties place on her to abandon her education in favor of marriage. To the women in Razia’s life, anything else makes a failure of a woman. With each conversation she has with these older women, Razia steps back, focusing on her friendships with the younger girls in her community, Taslima and Shahnaaz, who also find themselves at odds with their family traditions. 

When Razia’s parents discover evidence of her relationship, she is forced to take drastic action. Her parents are forcing her to go to Pakistan, and Razia knows there will be no way back to the U.S. without a husband. Razia ultimately has to make a choice between her family and her future.

The novel, as a whole, reminds me of Ocean Vuong’s fiction novel. Besides the similar themes, it also reads in a series of vignettes: brief glimpses at Razia’s life from the summer of 1985 to the summer of 1989. Rehman shows a cultural bubble, exploring the lives taking place in this specific time and place. It is not until more than halfway through the book that one can pick out a more substantial narrative thread. Before that, and until the end of the book, it is more of a character study focusing on the lives and roles of women in Razia’s community. Rehman shows us many different ways the women live; in their adolescence, in marriages, with their children, as widows and aunties, and how they have accepted or changed their roles over time. 

Roses, in the Mouth of a Lion is a beautiful, poetic novel about family, community, and individuality. As a coming-of-age story, it excels at demonstrating the intersection of identity and how Razia reconciles her heritage and faith with her growing love and need for free expression.


Bushra Rehman, Roses, in the Mouth of a Lion, Flatiron Books, 2022.

Mica Corson is an avid reader and aspiring writer residing in the Pacific Northwest. She recently graduated from Central Washington University with a Professional and Creative Writing degree.

The Hurting Kind

Adjusting Your Vision: The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón, reviewed by Rebecca Samuelson

Ada Limón could teach a masterclass on crafting a deliberate cascading between life and death. In her latest collection, remnants of searching through grief with memory topple over every corner. The Hurting Kind deciphers meaning by documenting ways we survive, memorialize, and recount to shape our perspectives of the world.

The collection is divided into four sections named after the seasons. It seems no coincidence that the text begins with “Spring.” Images and thoughts spring forth to put the reader in a reflective trance. Whether the speaker is observing birds while on vacation or thinking about a fox’s steps, there is always layered meaning. An example of this duplicity of meaning is seen in “In the Shadow” (9):

                It is what we do in order to care for things, make them
                ourselves, our elders, our beloveds, our unborn. (9-10)

These lines allude to the act of making things “our own” to understand their role in our lives. This complex thought arises in a poem that begins with describing a wild pansy. The longer the speaker discusses the flower, the deeper meaning is created. She shifts from taking note of the flower’s colors to questioning why she can’t just enjoy the flower for what it is.

As the collection continues, the content shifts in a way that remains consistent with Limón’s poetics. Just when you get into a groove of watching the trees blowing in the wind, specific street names are thrown in to alter your geography. Between these ruminations on natural life unfolding around her, she includes capsules of family memories. This documentation never becomes listless due to the variations in form. Limón shifts from prose poems to contained left-justified pieces, which creates different textures. Not only can you separate each family member, but you can visually see their differences on the page. In “Joint Custody” (40), the line breaks help the reader recognize the limitations of hindsight in lines 7-9:

                …I cannot reverse it, the record

                scratched and stopping to that original
                chaotic track…

The speaker develops an appreciation for the two family dynamics without erasing the difficulty that accompanies those memories. She arrives at her own level of understanding that isn’t quite reverent. Her family situation is something many readers can identify with. There is time and space to reflect but these memories shouldn’t prevent you from moving forward. You have to move beyond the record scratches. 

Along with shifts in form, Limón also employs alliteration and repetition throughout the collection. This forces you to slow down, which makes the trail of questioning easier to follow. It also heightens specific details and the power of naming. This is made most apparent in “Calling Things What They Are” (47). Even with such a definitive title, the piece still moves throughout multiple memories alluding to the fact that a memory can pop up at any time. The piece starts with observing a bird feeder and how birds were not that interesting to her before. It then shifts into recalling a past relationship and how that relationship left the speaker deflated. The ultimate moment of clarity is achieved at the end of the poem (16-17):

                …I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny
                that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.

The drawn out lines moving between images in this prose poem allow this revelation to have tremendous power. 

A sense of stillness and introspection is created by the final section “Winter.” By the time you reach the title poem, a genuine connection to society has been created. While taking you on a journey through her memories and grief, Limón arrives at a collective grief. What has unfolded the past few years is apparent in the haziness that covers nearly every single piece. “The Hurting Kind” (78-85) recounts memory and myth in a way that often intertwines when recalling family history. These sections move quickly because of the purposeful use of blank space amidst shifting line lengths. This allows spotlights on strong sections like lines 108-110:

                I have always been too sensitive, a weeper
                        from a long line of weepers.

                I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.

The “I” has the most strength in this section because it becomes a mirror for everyone. Whether you physically express your grief or can recognize it in loved ones who have passed away, this act of searching amongst the pain is a common practice. 

The book closes with a piece aptly titled “The End of Poetry” (95). There is an emphasis, almost a responsibility, to have altered ways of seeing by the end. Limón points out this combination of hope and exasperation in lines 7-8:

                enough of the will to go on and not go on or how

                a certain light does a certain thing, enough…

The Hurting Kind as a whole represents a category that we have all seeped into. It demonstrates that we have the power to determine how memory and grief will shape our vision for the future.


The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, May 2022. 120 pages.


Rebecca Samuelson is a Bay Area poet from Hayward, California who writes from the intersection of caretaking and grief. She received her MFA in creative writing, with a concentration in poetry, from Saint Mary’s College of California. She received a BA in English, with a concentration in creative writing, from San Francisco State University. Her work can be found at rebecca-samuelson.com.

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Comeuppance Served Cold

Comeuppance Served Cold by Marion Deeds, reviewed by Katy Mitchell-Jones

Seattle 1929 - A brief prologue features a masked woman fleeing a room housing the corpse of another woman draped over a couch. She walks into the autumn night holding a suitcase and requests that a taxi take her to a speakeasy. We are left wondering: who are these women, and how did one of them end up dead?

Thirteen days prior to this opening event, the protagonist, Dolly, interviews for a position as a companion for a wealthy girl in her early twenties. Mr. Earnshaw, the wealthy girl’s father, is an important man in the Seattle law-making scene. He explains that his daughter, Fiona, is growing irresponsible and reckless. She is to be married soon, though she is clearly unhappy with this prospect and rebels against her father and older brother, who both seem controlling and dangerous. Dolly is a mysterious protagonist, as the reader can never pinpoint her exact motivations for taking this job, or any specifics of her employment history for that matter. What were these obscure jobs from her past? Why does she continue moving from place to place?

Meanwhile, Mr. Earnshaw is involved in regulating magic to limit those who possess potentially dangerous powers. The Seattle government works closely with the Commission of the Magi to regulate the magic that some of the citizens possess. They wish to regulate the magic as there are growing concerns among Seattlites regarding shapeshifters—people who can turn into wolves, cougars, and other potentially dangerous animals. An attack in a downtown market causes many people to advocate for further restrictions. This criminalization, in addition to prohibition, adds an extreme unspoken tension as characters navigate their everyday lives. Though Dolly does not possess magical powers, she did spend time studying potion-making and can wield magical objects for her own protection.

In parallel to these developments, two new characters, black siblings named Violet and Phillipe, are introduced. Philippe is a bartender at a speakeasy as well as a cougar shapeshifter. His partner, Gabe, is white, blind and a tattooist; he can tattoo protective designs onto others, despite not being able to see. They discuss details about the Earnshaw family, referring to the father as the White King, and fear what he may do to their family. He could potentially have shapeshifters unlawfully arrested, separating families and leaving them with bad reputations. This is not only because of their skin color, but because of Gabe and Phillipe’s relationship, and the fact that Phillipe is a shapeshifter. Unfortunately, there are magical ways in which shapeshifters can be forced to change into their animal side, after which they are unable to control their animal impulses. Mr. Earnshaw’s cronies are suspected of doing this purposely, in order to make arrests. These desperate solutions from the government are dangerous; animals who are backed into a corner only see one way out and anyone in the area will get hurt.

Violet, much like Dolly, does not possess inherent magic. Violet’s past is also fraught with trauma, as her serious partner, Pedro, was killed in a fire. After his death, she had to pick up the pieces of her life and take extra care to be safe, moving cross-country to a new city, where no one knew of her past. She opens a speakeasy where Phillipe tends bar. At the front of this speakeasy is a hat shop. These hats and other descriptions of clothing are major contributors to the 1920s vibe of the story. Dolly often observes the features of clothing or accessories that she and others are wearing. She describes stitching, fabric, and texture. There is a satisfying balance between realistic, historically-based fiction and fantasy that blends together.

The author includes the sensitive topics of race, patriarchy, and heteronormativity in a way that reflects the 1920s; Phillipe and Gabe’s relationship is kept under wraps, and Phillipe and Violet must be cautious in the way they address the white people in power. Additionally, Fiona’s brother has a reputation for getting away with abusing women, and Dolly is repeatedly told to be careful around him. It is of course her responsibility to be careful, and not his responsibility to change his behavior. Dolly’s concerns grow as he becomes more and more forward with her, finally reaching the point where she has to utilize self-defense.

As the plot progresses, the perspective switches between the siblings’ story of survival and Dolly’s attempts to wrangle Mr. Earnshaw’s daughter. Eventually, their paths cross, and they work together in order to carry out a heist. The planning phase of the heist takes place behind the scenes, and is largely unclear until the end. Namely, what is being “stolen?” Little by little, pieces click into place, until the full picture comes together. Now the masked woman disappearing into the night, the body, and the circumstances all make sense.

The structure of the novel is a circular plot that keeps the reader intrigued. Though it is a quick read, the characters feel developed and whole. This quick read is exceedingly enjoyable, especially for one who likes atmospheric heist-style mysteries, or historical fantasy.


Comeuppance Served Cold by Marion Deeds, published Mar 22, 2022 by Tordotcom. 192 pages.


Katy Mitchell-Jones is originally from a small town in Washington state and graduated from the University of Washington in Seattle with her BA and MA. She then headed to Boston to teach high school English but has since returned to her west coast roots. Her favorite authors are Margaret Atwood, David Sedaris, Tana French, and Glendy Vanderah. She has published three short stories with Chipper Press, for middle-grades. You can follow her on Goodreads here.

A Conversation with Caroline Hagood

A Conversation with Caroline Hagood, by Joanna Acevedo

Joanna Acevedo: What was the process of writing this book like, compared to your other books? You talk a lot about process within the book, like how you sometimes write in gym socks and cat pajamas, but can you speak a little more on how this book came to be? 

Caroline Hagood: In 2016 I read Jenny Offill's Dept of Speculation. In this book, the main character had wanted to be an "art monster” – often a man enabled to be wholly creative by the women in his life – but then she became a wife and mother. From the moment that book was published, women writers started writing the most fascinating essays ever on this “art monster” concept. I stayed up late reading them every night until I finally realized I had to put all my thoughts about it into a book, or my head might explode!

JA: That leads really well into my next question. Can you speak more on the M (mother) versus W (writer) dichotomy and how these two sides of yourself play into each other?

CH: I think in many ways the M and the W can be really oppositional. The M is all about having no space and giving everything to others, and the W is often about trying to steal time and space away from the M role, in order to create something outside of the small people who live in your house. On the other hand, there are some strange overlaps: both are about creating (people versus writing), but just a very different kind of creating. Lately, I have been trying to bring the M and the W worlds together more by writing at the same little table as my son while he does his writing homework.

JA: Why do you think some writing is considered monstrous, while other writing is praised? What, in your opinion, makes an art monster?

CH: I should start by saying that I view calling writing "monstrous" as a compliment, haha. No, but I guess we need to create some definitions here. There's writing I might call monstrous in a bad way because it glorifies something violent and awful, but the way I mean it in my book is more like "wildly creative." I would say an art monster is someone passionately dedicated to their creative work. This person has historically often been male because of the way society was constructed, so that the women in his life made his artmonsterhood possible. My book shifts the view so that we can look at women and mothers as art monsters too.

JA: You often compare the art monster to mythical creatures – witches, mermaids. Can you speak on the mythical aspects of the art monster, and how you’ve channeled these aspects into your own life?

CH: Definitely. In Weird Girls, one of the things I wanted to look at is why the term "monster" was in "art monster" to begin with. As in, if I didn't think the art monster was about being a monster in a bad way, then why was that word in there? I decided that the monster is a very creative entity in itself. Monsters, those mythical mermaids for instance (people often forget that mermaids are monsters because they are so cute), are hybrid creatures – women with fish bodies. This bringing together inventive exhibits from different spheres is precisely how I view the creative process. I often think of Frankenstein's monster: that sewing together of various "bodies" is similar to how I think of the most brilliant kind of writing. I love hybrid writing where you're not sure if it's a poem or a novel or what. In my own life, I guess I try to channel the hybridity and wildness of mythical women monsters to make me both more creative and more brave when it comes to writing or living. 

JA: What, if any, role does the art monster play in society? You give lots of examples: Lady Gaga, Diablo Cody – who are both culture makers. Do you think the art monster is an integral part of our society, even as she is denigrated?

CH: I'm biased on this question of course, but I think the art monster is crucial to society. The art monster creates the works of art that help society transform. An art monster is not afraid to say the thing society needs to hear or to make the thing that will help society to see itself. The art monster is also just about good old creativity, and I like to think there's a crucial place for that in society, even as art funding is cut every day.

JA: The final, and perhaps most important question...What advice would you have for the burgeoning art monsters who are finding themselves in the present day? 

CH: Oh wow, there is so much to say on this one. I think I will need a list form.

1) Find an art monster mentor to guide you through the underworld of creativity, and help you navigate the challenges that come up in any creative life.

2) Sometimes it helps to ask yourself whether you will look back on your deathbed and wish you had just done the brave thing. The answer is usually yes.

3) Make something every day, even if it's just a sandwich.

4) Take adventures to places that make you feel creative, even if it's just the subway.

5) The subway will often make you feel very creative.

6) Find a special place to be creative, even if it's just your closet.

7) If you want to be a writer, read all the stuff; if you want to be a musician, listen to all the stuff...and so forth.

8) Try to ask yourself at least once a day this question from this Mary Oliver poem: 

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do

With your one wild and precious life?"


Caroline Hagood is an Assistant Professor of Literature, Writing and Publishing and Director of Undergraduate Writing at St. Francis College in Brooklyn. She is the author of the poetry books, Lunatic Speaks (2012) and Making Maxine’s Baby (2015), the book-length essay, Ways of Looking at a Woman (2019), and the novel, Ghosts of America (2021). Her book-length essay Weird Girls is forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil Press in November 2022. Her writing has appeared in LitHub, Creative Nonfiction, Elle, The Kenyon Review, the Huffington Post, the Guardian, Salon, and the Economist.

Joanna Acevedo (she/they) is the Pushcart nominated author of the poetry collection The Pathophysiology of Longing (Black Centipede Press, 2020) and the short story collection Unsaid Things (Flexible Press, 2021). Her work has been seen across the web and in print, including or forthcoming in Hobart Pulp, Apogee, and The Masters Review. She is a Guest Editor at Frontier Poetry, Associate Poetry Editor at West Trade Review, Reviews Editor for the Great Lakes Review, Intern at YesYes Books, and received her MFA in Fiction from New York University in 2021. She is supported by Creatives Rebuild New York: Guaranteed Income For Artists.

Door to Door

Door to Door by Emma Walton Hamilton, reviewed by Alex Russell

Emma Walton Hamilton’s Door to Door is a short collection of poems portioned off into five distinct, interrelated sections: “Homeland”, “Relocation”, “The Swamp Angel”, “Inside Out,” and “Prism.” Varying in their compositional style – from free verse, observational poems to concise, rhyming pieces, conversational to experimental – Hamilton’s work retains a sense of earned wisdom, a careful patience with life, and a dedicated measure of emotional distance from some of the subject matter in the book. 

It is this slightly cold, somewhat detached tone – coupled with an artfully calculated language – that enables the better part of Door to Door to pick apart the dry eccentricities of life, from deciding what to wear every morning to the messy and contradicting nature of daily news and media, without lingering too long on any one topic or idea. 

Literally going “door to door,” Hamilton’s collection of poems weaves through different styles and sources of inspiration, wearing the latter on its sleeve.

Writing after poets Billy Collins, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and Frank O’Hara, Hamilton pays genuine tribute to these writers, taking the time to pause in each creator’s respective aesthetic and chip away at a segment of her own personal life experience – illuminating it with self-knowledge and poetic craft. 

Movement, transience, impermanence – these are not just images or jumping-off points; Hamilton dives fully into these states and develops them as organic, fully-rounded themes.

“The Commute” is among the book’s lengthier pieces, concretely – and in naturalistic, Beat fashion – filtering through “the railway station,” “the city,” “the newspaper office,” all the way through “the same eternal round of events—/Murders, burglaries, suicides/by pistol, razor, rope, or poison,” condensing myriad daily observations into something crystalline. Hamilton carries the reader through physical places, past solid scenes inside familiar locations, all the while building on the book’s core themes.

“The Commute” starts with motion and ends in motion, as the narrator flies back “by rail/to my beloved swamp,/where I labor until dusk/overlooked only by an occasional crow.” In this small but pertinent fashion, Hamilton shines a light on transience as a kind of isolation or exile; not just a process, but a quagmirical state of mind. In fact, loneliness and solitude in its varying forms pops up time and again.

In “Spring Cleaning,” Hamilton recounts, in rhyme-free, matter-of-fact verse, the “residue of ten thousand meals,” “the sofa,” “every little room,” recontextualizing the living space she shares with her husband as a dangerous, stolid alcove – “our entrenchment.” 

Door to Door, despite its themes and overall impressions, features several poems with a strong sense of mise-en-scène, situating the narrator firmly in a specific setting – whether corporeal or emotional.

The seven-piece section near the volume’s middle, titled “The Swamp Angel,” powerfully removes the reader from wherever they might be and transplants them to Hamilton’s swamp – a place of nature, silence, and privacy. The seventh poem in this section, “Omega,” viscerally places the reader alongside Hamilton in her small, bog-surrounded home.

“The morning glory vines/had commenced peeping in at the front windows,” a place overwhelmingly abundant in “birds and trees,” “perched on the brink/of the palisades.” Hamilton’s physical location has her reevaluate her spot in life – a healthy, transformative episode of self-doubt and an eventual return to other people:

“But here was I/a single bit of humanity/trying to live alone and away from my kind…A hermit is one who tries to be a tree,/and draw nourishment from one spot/when he’s really a deal more./A bear is not so foolish as to try and live among foxes,/neither should a man try to live among trees…So I left my hermitage,/I presume forever.”

Earlier in the book, in “Relocation,” Hamilton shrinks her perspective from places and household objects to other creatures – “A Moon Snail, accommodating someone else’s eggs./A family of Slipper Snails, clinging to a Scallop./A Quahog Clam, teeming with seawater and sand. A micro-ocean.” This piece, consisting of just four stanzas, is a concise, illustrative example of connectivity and reflection. The writer sees her inner struggles in “a cluster of treasures” on the beach, “each its own biosphere.” 

“The host shells are otherwise empty,/neither landlord nor tenants having anticipated the tide,” a mournful, nuanced assessment of places that once possessed occupants; the signs of an old existence.

“I played God for a moment,/placing each one gently back in the surf–/cleaving to hope.” This encapsulates Hamilton’s strengths as a writer, strengths that are key to understanding and appreciating Door to Door.

Writing poetry from observations, experiences, and inspiration – whatever these might be – is a very old, at times therapeutic form of art, allowing the writer to reanalyze or make peace with something painful, difficult, or pervasive in their life. Playing God with the “host shells” on the beach represents the personification of her literary vocation  – a look into her process and underlying motivation.

With recurring reflections into her daily living, there comes a small measure of peace. “I fiddle with my hair, pick or pluck/at minor divertissements, and compose myself/in prelude to the day.”  

It is this ability to focus, in and out, on things, creatures, instances, scenes, and places – big and small – that characterizes her deeply personal, yet universal, and artfully balanced poetry. Door to Door is an opportunity to explore the occasional “beauty and harmony” in grounded, ordinary lives – with danger and chaos “just outside the margins.”


Emma Walton Hamilton 

Door to Door

Published 2022, Andrews McMeel Publishing


Alex Russell earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from George Mason University and now works in the field of journalism and publishing. He has contributed poetry to a variety of literary magazines and art journals, such as The Elevation Review, 300 Days of Sun, and The Ignatian Literary Magazine. His contributions to the Falls Church News-Press, a locally owned newspaper in the Washington, DC area, can be found online at fcnp.com.

Mixed Frequencies

Mixed Frequencies: New & Selected Poems by Peter Michelson (reviewed by Mark Spitzer)

Peter Michelson’s Posthumous Legacy Nails the Line & Much More.

The collection Mixed Frequencies is a selected overview of a poet whose work can be counted among “three significant efforts to deal with the American West in contemporary poetry: Thomas McGrath’s Letter to an Imaginary Friend, Ed Dorn’s Gunslinger, and Peter Michelson’s Pacific Plainsong” (Anania, vii). Michelson, however, will most likely be remembered as one hell of a teacher, colleague, and character with a big, hardy personality and a robust, ursine physicality. His sense of humor will also be memorialized, and his sense of poetic play (which is when he is at his best) is evident in this diverse collection of mixed frequencies containing styles ranging from prose pantoums (an innovation distinctly Michelsonian) to a mashup take on investigative verse (complete with his own postmodern method of installing parenthetical asides that work for both meter and multiple levels of narration) to voices based in unique erotic and enviro tones with inspirations stemming from Stein (having too much fun with repetition) to Pound (omniscient visionary qualities) to Olson (except Michelson pleasingly closes his parentheticals rather than leaving them dangling open in the air) to forms of Barrymore (ie, “Dakotah Dreamsong”).

Two poems, in particular, combine Michelson’s sense of play and sense of humor, thereby creating a notable alchemy:

The first is “Advertisement,” which kicks off with a tongue-in-cheek reality challenge that “You’re / standing by the pomeshelf / in one—no more than two—of the twenty bookstores that / sell poems across this great / land,” setting the tenor of what to expect. A boldly ludicrous mock-patriotism is then employed for persona purposes as he returns to the second person, placing you (Reader) in mode of deciding who you’re gonna buy: Gary Snyder, Ferlinghetti? Nope! “They are freaks!” who do not love their country,which is why you, Reader, should buy this book and support a “small and dwindling group who / loves our mothers” and “despise drugs.” (93) To pump up the ridiculousness, Michelson then plays an over-the-top, made-in-America card, stating this book was published “for your protection” by “American printers, who will not / print lies, slander or filth” (94) before ending with a quicky statement on Capitalism and some more overblown patriotism.

The second poem that highlights Michelson’s mixing of wordplay and comedy is “The Chair,” which goofs avec pretentious language to comment upon the duties of a genderless administrator. Michelson has a blast playing with this metaphor, which “switches from the catbird to the hot seat” with a disposition that “smacks of Nazis.”* The linguistic carnival continues on, singsonging in a symphonic way, until, finally, the connection is made between the “grand and gorgeously / embellished” position occupied by a “sui generis” generic chair (department head) charged with ruling “unruly factions” in “churlish times” and one charged with electricity: “Nonetheless, we’re proud / we’re free to sit selective culprits in the chair” (10).

What sticks out, though, in this poem and the brunt of the earlier verse compiled herein, is an overkill skill at end-rhyming during a century-plus decrying said crime. One gets the impression that Michelson embraces ye olde scheme as a classical act of protest, which is the direction his poetry eventually takes. That is, in this chronology, you can see the evolution of his corpus go from lyrical laughter of self-amusement to a much more serious free verse that gets real, reflecting on the politics of revolution and the massacrist erasure of Native American cultures, which forged and informed his final voice. In “Preface to The Works of H. H. Bancraft,” “Plainsong at Lapush,” and “Bestride the Mighty and Heretofore Deemed Endless Missouri,” we witness the chrysalises of Michelson’s most empathetic and scholarly voice from the pre-Woke POV of the historically dispossessed (poetics infused with a dire drumbeat instilling the cardinal sin this country is still dealing with, which makes his words burn into consciousness) because this is serious business, People!

Meanwhile, along the way, there are extreme moments of poetic profundity. Ie:

And questions of art are, we say

these days all too unwittingly, questions

of execution. So, we find, are those

of life. Questions of art, then, are questions

of life—matters, that is, of execution (217)

and

Though children call us father we are children

until the ones that we call father die (183)

and

Shit, a place that breeds indigenous queers can’t be all bad (118)

All this to say that there is more than just something worth studying in Mixed Frequencies that can be useful for contemporary poets—because this is the work of a poet’s poet. I would not recommend it for readers in general (they will be amused, but they will not always see the tricks), but I would recommend it for any twenty-first-century versifier who gives a damn about nailing the line with exquisite exactitude to arrive at a series of messages that resonate with elegance in an ever-expanding void of decency and verve.

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* Btw, rhyming “hot seat” with “Nazis” is not an easy thing to do, but Michelson pulls it off with a craftsman’s flair. His eye for rhyming also goes way beyond the pat practitioner’s knack for hack when he fuses dialectically opposed elements for contrasting tensions such as “Indicate the absence of a ‘Noble Heart’? / Oh circumstance sharper than a pastor’s fart!” (151).


Mixed Frequencies: New & Selected Poems

Peter Michelson, MadHat Press

paperback, 275 pages


Mark Spitzer is the author of 30-plus books, some about "monster fish," another about writing pedagogy, plus novels, memoirs, poetry collections and literary translations. As Editor in Chief of the poetry series Toad Suck Editions (an evolution of the legendary Toad Suck Review), he has been a creative writing professor at the University of Central Arkansas and Truman State University, but now spends the brunt of his time in New York's Hudson Valley walking his dog, hunting wild fungi, and renovating a 322-year-old farm house. More info at sptzr.net.

A Conversation with Ingrid Rojas Contreras

A Conversation with Ingrid Rojas Contreras By Swetha Amit

Ingrid Rojas Contreras

What inspired The Man Who Could Move Clouds? When did you decide to tell this story?

I grew up hearing my grandfather's stories, which I loved. I always wanted to tell that story. When I decided I wanted to write it, I didn't know enough about craft or writing to write this story. It wasn't until I lost my memory, recovered, and while recollecting those stories of my family that it all came together. I could finally visualize the tone, structure, and way the story should be written.

How long did it take you to write this memoir?

I started to take notes in 2012 as the events in the book happened that year. When traveling back then, I would type everything that happened at the end of each day on my computer. I consider this the research stage, and I was developing a foundation for my writing. I spent six years trying to rewrite the first chapter and discovering the best way to begin the story. If I didn't have the beginning, I couldn't write the rest of the book. It was only in 2018 I finally wrote the first chapter, and the rest of the book took me two years, and I finished writing it in 2020. With a memoir, it takes time as you catch up to the knowledge of what happened in your life. So, it does take a lot of time for things to sink for you to understand what happened, even though you lived it.

You talk about history and family in your memoir. Please tell us more about the research process.

I read many anthropology books by Colombians about Colombia to try and get a sense of what happened in villages and what my mother's and grandfather's time was like. I visited libraries in Colombia and in the US, reading newspapers. I also did a lot of interviews with family members and people treated by my grandfather or who had known my mother when she was young.

There is a part in the story where you mention that your mother didn't want you to write this memoir. How did you handle that?

In the end, we discovered there were specific things she didn't want me to write about. And, of course, I respected that. It also took a lot of conversation and patience. When writing a memoir, you experience a certain amount of hesitation about telling your story. You have these questions about what everyone will think after they read it or whether you want your life to be known this way. Similarly, the people you are writing about will experience the same feelings of hesitation. I told her about my intentions to tell the story, how important it was to the community, and how it would make a difference to them. Once she was convinced, she was on board.

The structure in your book goes back and forth, which lends well to how memory works. Did you plan out this structure from the beginning?

Initially, I had a skeleton structure that was guiding me. From the skeleton structure, I knew the book would begin with our travel to Colombia and how the story would end. There was an arc I could lean on. While writing this memoir, I discovered another arc was happening within the book, which was much more abstract and had to do with a sequence of ideas that led to some conclusions. I would let myself wander and write subsequent drafts. Then I'd re-read those drafts and start seeing some connections. It was all very intuitive, and I was writing more from the gut than being calculative about the process.

You said memory is a burden, and memory loss gives you freedom. Yet you also possessed certain powers to heal people, which stems from memory? What is your take on this juxtaposition of memory?

Being without memory doesn't feel like it can last unless you are at the end of your life battling Alzheimer's. I used to think it would feel scary. But when it was happening, I felt joyful. While writing this book, I couldn't explain why memory loss was a joyful experience because most people haven't experienced amnesia. It was challenging to get across but trying to put that into language was one of my most exciting creative challenges. Memory loss felt like being disconnected from the good and bad things that happened to me. It meant you were open and available for the present. It feels amazing because you are seeing things for the first time and living in a constant state of wonder. It's extremely contradicting, but I miss having amnesia. On the other hand, I feel there is the power to keep memories of people and the place you come from.

Since you have authored fiction and nonfiction, what is your approach to both forms of writing?

With fiction, I tend to collage things I have seen, things that have happened, and something I have felt, and imagination. I always start with a real place, and it slowly begins to morph into a fictional setting. The character ultimately starts to become someone else. When I am writing a memoir, it's a problem of limitation where you are limited to things that have happened. With fiction, I am more interested in possibilities, and with nonfiction, I must actively recreate meaning from different elements in my life. I enjoy writing both and pushing boundaries. There is fun in that too. I like a lot of play while writing.

Has writing this memoir changed you in any way?

I do feel different. Even when I finished writing my novel Fruit of a Drunken Tree, I felt changed in a way that is hard to define. When you live alongside the narrative, you spend enough time with it and start to live certain things inside it. And when you come out, you are different, and the book proves what that time was. So, it's tough to say how I am different.

What do you want readers to take away from this book?

There is a lot of effort to uncover memory and history. When I was writing this book, I realized there are ways in which memories about things we don't remember live within us. For those who feel they don't have access to memory about their families or think that the knowledge has been lost, I want them to be aware that such memories reside within them in some form.

Which authors and books have inspired you?

Authors like Franz Kafka, Clarice Lispector, and Virginia Woolf influenced me during my formative years. There are so many books being published these days. Amongst the current lot, I liked Night of the Living Rez by Morgan Talty, and Seven Empty Houses by Samantha Schweblin.

What is the strangest place you have visited?

I think once when I was on a road trip across the US, there was this place an artist built out of junk. And when you enter inside, things are hanging from everything. It was wild.

Lastly, what is the weirdest writing habit you possess?

I wear this shade of deep ocean blue whenever I write. I have done it over the years, and I even wrote about it for the New York Times magazine.


INGRID ROJAS CONTRERAS was born and raised in Bogotá, Colombia. Hailed as “original, politically daring, and passionately written” by Vogue, her first novel Fruit of the Drunken Tree earned the silver medal winner in First Fiction from the California Book Awards, was longlisted for the International Dublin Literary Award, and was a New York Times Editor’s Choice, an Indie Next Pick, and a Barnes and Noble “Discover Great New Writers” selection.

Her debut memoir The Man Who Could Move Clouds was a National Book Award Finalist. Rojas Contreras brings readers into her childhood, where her grandfather, Nono, was a renowned community healer gifted with “the secrets”: powers that included talking to the dead, fortunetelling, treating the sick, and moving the clouds. The Man Who Could Move Clouds interweaves enchanting family lore, Colombian history, and a reckoning with the bounds of reality.

Ingrid Rojas Contreras’ essays and short stories have appeared in the New York Times Magazine, The Cut, Nylon, and Guernica, among others. She has received numerous awards and fellowships from Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference, VONA, Hedgebrook, the Camargo Foundation, and the National Association of Latino Arts and Culture. Rojas Contreras is a Visiting Writer at the University of San Francisco.


Author of her memoir, A Turbulent Mind-My journey to Ironman 70.3’, Swetha Amit is currently pursuing her MFA at University of San Francisco. She has published her works in Atticus Review, JMWW journal, Oranges Journal, Gastropoda Lit, Full House literary, Amphora magazine, Grande Dame literary journal, Black Moon Magazine, Fauxmoir lit mag, Poets Choice anthology, and has upcoming pieces in Drunk Monkeys, Agapanthus Collective, The Creative Zine, and Roi Faineant Press. She is one of the contest winners of Beyond words literary magazine, her piece upcoming in November. She is also, alumni of Tin House Winter Workshop 2022 and the Kenyon Review Writers’ workshop 2022. Twitter: @whirlwindtotsInstagram @swethaamit

Jazz Codes

Jazz Codes by Moor Mother (reviewed by Jeromiah Taylor)

Despite its name, Moor Mother’s 2022 album, Jazz Codes, is not especially cryptic. Though complex, Jazz Codes obscures nothing, but upholds a polyphony where each voice depends on another for its full expression. On the collaborative free-jazz masterwork, Moor Mother, a.k.a, poet-professor Camae Aweya, weaves together homage, eulogy, manifesto, and praise into another genre all together. A genre that can claim, if it wants to, the title of gospel. Integrating the philosophy of Black Quantum Futurism, which she co-founded with Rasheedah Phillips, Aweya offers a full array of alternatives to what we think we know. Our pseudo-knowledge being the presumption that oppression, supremacy, and violence, are the received modes of our lives. 

The past, as we call it, though BQF might challenge that label, is on full display in Jazz Codes, precisely because it is not the past at all. It is the blood of our moment; it is our sustenance, though not necessarily our origin. On GOLDEN LADY, guest-vocalist Melanie Charles sings with a neo-soul inflection, “The people in me, its magic,/Straight ahead/I let a song go out my heart.” Through the track’s spoken word portion, Aweya reveals one person who still lives, at least within her, “I be singing Billie even/When she blue (it's magic).” That aforementioned spirit of homage appears throughout the album, two of whose tracks (JOE MCPHEE NATION TIME INTRO, and WOODY SHAW), are named after prominent jazz musicians. 

Classical allusions aside, the music of Jazz Codes, owing much to the acclaimed saxophonist Keir Nueringer, explores sound with exuberant sorrow. Although Jazz Codes has been described as the most sonically tranquil of Moor Mother’s output, including that with jazz ensemble Irreversible Entanglements, the album still resolutely claims its place in the oeuvre of free and experimental jazz. On APRIL 7th, which lyrically alludes to a tragic female vocalist, seemingly Billie Holiday, or an amalgamation of wronged female jazz singers, Nueringer’s uncompromising solo, manages somehow, in the alchemy that defines Jazz Codes as a whole, to simultaneously name pain, air grievance, proclaim pride, and articulate hope. A virtuosic tonal balance reflected in Aweya’s voiceover, It’s the weight of the southern breeze/It’s the baritone, the sweet lows/And the sweet chariots coming to take us home/Cast us out of the theater of freedom/The pretending to be alright in our solitudes/Taunted by memories that never die.” The oxymoronic image of a heavy breeze captures Jazz Codes’ insistence that our realities are both varied and arbitrary. A line that is a manifesto in and of itself, “Cast us out of the theater of freedom,” challenges marginalized peoples to ask ourselves, at exactly which tables ought we to sit?

Although Jazz Codes refutes presumption, its one given, its one solid ground, is jazz itself. But Aweya cross-examines even that lauded heritage. On the album’s last track, THOMAS STANLEY JAZZCODES OUTRO, guest-speaker and co-writer, Thomas Stanley, sermonizes on the word “jazz": 

“It is a peculiar word jazz, its illegitimate origins lost in the murky brothels where it was conceived and birthed. But many observers have told us that jazz used to mean sex. And maybe it needs to go back to meaning sex, to being identified with coitus and copulation, hyper creativity, fecundity and birth…Now jazz jumps up like Lazarus if we allow it to re-discover itself as living music…released now from the prison bars of metrical stability.”

Note that jazz is a person, one capable of discovering things, most of all itself. Note that jazz is the way and the light, not the living truth, but living music. Jazz is release, a freedom without theater, a freedom that necessarily does not include stability. If you crave, and perhaps especially if you do not crave to be destabilized, Jazz Codes is an invitation. 

More than an invitation, Jazz Codes is a prismatic total greater than the sum of its parts. Moor Mother's poetic thread throughout the album is super-numerical, alchemizing Jazz Codes’ aesthetic and ideological components into something new. A new vision and a new language, birthed in testimony of myriad alternatives to oppression, supremacy, and violence. Jazz Codes is good news, and like all good news, it feels, and it is, dangerous.  


Jeromiah Taylor is a writer and photographer born, raised, and living on The Great Plains. As an essayist Jeromiah publishes widely in regional news outlets such as The Kansas Reflector, The Pennsylvania-Capitol Star, The Sunflower, and The Liberty Press. In 2022, Jeromiah completed his first poetry chapbook "Havoc Heaped on Boy Body," a deep-dive into queer latino manhood, and quarter-life issues, refracted through the images of horror cinema, folk religion, The Great American Songbook, and homoeroticism. He also, along with several members of Wichita State University's M.F.A in poetry program, co-organized and co-headlined, the language event, "Nothing is Necessary, Everything is a Choice: A Night of Spoken Word," hosted by MonikaHouse as a part of the 2022 National Independent Venue Week line-up.

Beyond creative pursuits, Jeromiah worked in copywriting roles for several non-profit organizations, and currently earns a living via that most storied of writerly day jobs: working at a coffee shop.

He lives in Wichita, Kansas with his partner, one impish dog, and one imperious cat.

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson (reviewed by Mica Corson)

What is the job of the translator once technology advances? What circumstances eliminate the need for translations? These questions inspired TV comedy and science fiction writer, Eddie Robson, to write his third full-length novel, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words. 

Robson was originally a television writer, and it shows in this novel. This unconventional, surprisingly lively exploration of a near-future culture is not bogged down with heavy prose or overly intricate concepts. The setup is focused, and the characters’ journeys move quickly, leaving the reader little time to overanalyze the writing choices. That isn’t to say Robson’s writing isn’t clever or well thought out. Robson enhances this literary piece with narrative principles more common in screenwriting, such as Chekhov’s Gun, a principle that asserts that every element highlighted in a story must be necessary. For example, if the writer takes the time to describe a gun hanging on the wall with expert detail, that same gun needs to go off before the end of the story. This minimalism is the hallmark of Robson’s style. Every element he incudes enhances the plot. His writing is streamlined, and his characterizations developed through action over anything else. Every action leads to a new plot point that propels the story without dallying in unnecessary tangents.  

The brisk-paced story begins with Lydia, a woman in her early thirties who works as a translator for a diplomatic cultural attaché. An alien one. In this novel, reminiscent of classic science fiction, Earth has been approached by an alien species, the Logi, who are interested in sharing and understanding cultural knowledge. However, Lydia finds it difficult to translate for cultural attaché Fitzwilliam (or Fitz as Lydia takes to calling him), since he, like all Logi, can only speak telepathically. In translating this telepathic speech, human translators find themselves wobbly and disoriented, as translating the Logi’s language makes the human speaker essentially drunk: “As Lydia translates Fitz’s conversations with these people, the language takes its toll on her sobriety, and she feels increasingly loose-tongued.” (Robson, 14) The human body wasn’t meant to communicate this way, and the act of translation leaves the translator with altered faculties that often lead to embarrassing consequences for Lydia. 

After some standard worldbuilding and character setup, the plot kicks in, blending science fiction with a murder mystery. Lydia is at a loss after a tragic event shakes her life and job. Her boss is dead, she’s the prime suspect, and she has no memory of their last moments together due to her massive hangover from working as a translator that very night. With the risk of an intergalactic incident, she has to hunt for answers, wading through the sea of digital information. In this near-future world, the digital sphere is an all-encompassing pool of flashy headlines, clickbait, fake news, and conspiracy theories. Her search is guided by the remnants of Fitz, whose voice resonates in her head. While Lydia fears that Fitz’s voice will drive her to the brink of insanity, she can’t help but hold on to the last echo of the mind she was closest with, “That’ll be a shame, when his voice has gone. Maybe after a while she’ll forget what it even sounded like. There are no recordings of it, after all.” (Robson, 60)

While initially inspired by questions of translators and language barriers, the novel focuses more extensively on the potential future role of social media, especially the rise of conspiracy theories, truth, and lies in media. A commentary on modern culture, Drunk on All Your Strange New Words is primarily a science fiction novel. As such, it establishes a culture and technology that is foreign to the reader. While the novel’s technology is based on more modern counterparts, Robson changes and adds enough details and functions that the novel’s beginning can be a bit jarring. However, with Robson’s consistency and underflowing humor, it is easy to adapt to the futuristic world he establishes. Since Lydia’s translation is based on telepathy, the novel focuses less on linguistics and language barriers and more on modern human culture. How would our culture represent itself, what parts are shared willingly, and what is omitted? “Because if you can control the stories a culture tells about itself, you can control who they are.” (Robson, 129)

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson is a science fiction adventure that melds genres and, like many classic works of science fiction, makes a clear commentary on modern cultural concerns. With a light tone, Robson’s wit and theatrical plot carry the novel’s themes of culture and digital conspiracy to a wild conclusion, leaving the audience with stimulating questions on the nature of truth in the digital age. 

Drunk on All Your Strange New Words by Eddie Robson, published in 2020 by Tom Doherty Associates.


Mica Corson is an avid reader and aspiring writer residing in the Pacific Northwest. She recently graduated from Central Washington University with a Professional and Creative Writing degree.









Our Weekly Reads (January 8-14)

Take a look at what our writers and editors are reading this week!

A prisoner in a secret cell. The guard who has watched over him a dozen years. An American waitress in Paris. A young Palestinian man in Berlin who strikes up an odd friendship with a wealthy Canadian businessman. And The General, Israel's most controversial leader, who lies dying in a hospital, the only man who knows of the prisoner's existence.

From these vastly different lives Nathan Englander has woven a powerful, intensely suspenseful portrait of a nation riven by insoluble conflict, even as the lives of its citizens become fatefully and inextricably entwined--a political thriller of the highest order that interrogates the anguished, violent division between Israelis and Palestinians, and dramatizes the immense moral ambiguities haunting both sides. Who is right, who is wrong--who is the guard, who is truly the prisoner? A tour de force from one of America's most acclaimed voices in contemporary fiction. (Amazon synopsis)

The narrator introduces Elena McMahon, estranged from a life of celebrity fundraisers and from her powerful West Coast husband, Wynn Janklow, whom she has left, taking Catherine, her daughter, to become a reporter for The Washington Post. She finds herself boarding a plane for Florida to see her father. She becomes embroiled in her his business even though "she had trained herself since childhood not to have any interest in what he was doing." It is from this moment that she is caught up in something much larger than she could have imagined.

Didion makes connections among Dallas, Iran-Contra, and Castro, and points out how "spectral companies with high-concept names tended to interlock." As this book builds to its terrifying finish, we see the underpinnings of a dark historical underbelly. (Amazon synopsis)

Be careful what you conjure...

In Victorian London, Genevieve Timmons poses as a spiritualist to swindle wealthy mourners—until one misstep lands her in a jail cell awaiting the noose. Then a stranger arrives to make her a peculiar offer. The lord he serves, Mr. Pemberton, has been inconsolable since the tragic death of his beautiful bride-to-be. If Genevieve can perform a séance persuasive enough to bring the young lord peace, she will win her freedom.

Soothing a grieving nobleman should be easy for someone of Genevieve’s skill, but when she arrives at the grand Somerset Park estate, Mr. Pemberton is not the heartbroken lover she expected. The surly—yet exceedingly handsome—gentleman is certain that his fiancée was murdered, even though there is no evidence. Only a confession can bring justice now, and Mr. Pemberton decides Genevieve will help him get it. With his knowledge of the household and her talent for illusion, they can stage a haunting so convincing it will coax the killer into the light. However, when frightful incidents befall the manor, Genevieve realizes her tricks aren’t required after all. She may be a fake, but Somerset’s ghost could be all too real…

A Dreadful Splendor is delicious brew of mystery, spooky thrills, and intoxicating romance that makes for a ghoulishly fun and page-turning read. (Amazon synopsis)

We can’t choose what we inherit. But can we choose who we become?
In present-day California, Eleanor Bennett’s death leaves behind a puzzling inheritance for her two children, Byron and Benny: a black cake, made from a family recipe with a long history, and a voice recording. In her message, Eleanor shares a tumultuous story about a headstrong young swimmer who escapes her island home under suspicion of murder. The heartbreaking tale Eleanor unfolds, the secrets she still holds back, and the mystery of a long-lost child challenge everything the siblings thought they knew about their lineage and themselves.

Can Byron and Benny reclaim their once-close relationship, piece together Eleanor’s true history, and fulfill her final request to “share the black cake when the time is right”? Will their mother’s revelations bring them back together or leave them feeling more lost than ever?

Charmaine Wilkerson’s debut novel is a story of how the inheritance of betrayals, secrets, memories, and even names can shape relationships and history. Deeply evocative and beautifully written, Black Cake is an extraordinary journey through the life of a family changed forever by the choices of its matriarch. (Amazon synopsis)

It was the summer Coltrane died, the summer of love and riots, and the summer when a chance encounter in Brooklyn led two young people on a path of art, devotion, and initiation.

Patti Smith would evolve as a poet and performer, and Robert Mapplethorpe would direct his highly provocative style toward photography. Bound in innocence and enthusiasm, they traversed the city from Coney Island to Forty-Second Street, and eventually to the celebrated round table of Max’s Kansas City, where the Andy Warhol contingent held court. In 1969, the pair set up camp at the Hotel Chelsea and soon entered a community of the famous and infamous, the influential artists of the day and the colorful fringe. It was a time of heightened awareness, when the worlds of poetry, rock and roll, art, and sexual politics were colliding and exploding. In this milieu, two kids made a pact to take care of each other. Scrappy, romantic, committed to create, and fueled by their mutual dreams and drives, they would prod and provide for one another during the hungry years.

Just Kids begins as a love story and ends as an elegy. It serves as a salute to New York City during the late sixties and seventies and to its rich and poor, its hustlers and hellions. A true fable, it is a portrait of two young artists’ ascent, a prelude to fame. (Amazon synopsis)

The Book of Smaller

the book of smaller, by Rob Mclennan (reviewed by Mark Spitzer)

From the start, we know this collection of postmodern prose poetry (none exceeding a dozen lines) is quirky. Like all the poems in the book of smaller, the first one, “Beware the failure of imagination,” deliberately confounds its audience by kicking off with “Civilization is neither prose.” This prompts a WTF moment in most readers, stopping us in our paths. We then mull this over, move on to questions lacking question marks, and after a few intentional ambiguities, we get to something specific on ants. The moral of the story: “We are never at rest.”

This, of course, is a sentiment we can all agree on, along with the fact that these poems have a way of ending satisfactorily. You get a bunch of mysteries (i.e., “Stardust, atoms, Barcalounger”), and the last lines put things into perspective (i.e., “What needs not be written”).

Collectively, we can’t help trying to make sense of what this verse is striving to do. Hence, we see this work as the poet journaling his day-to-day activities while plugging in sporadic thoughtservations (meaning a cross between “thoughts” and “observations”). Mclennan does this whimsically, while employing “gaps” (or “erasures”) in the popular style of the lyric essay.

For example, in the poem “Postcard for Gil McElroy,” there’s something purposefully missing between the penultimate lines of “If this should be hand-delivered. By you, to you. Posted” and the quintessential line “But the stars.” Such juxtapositions take us out of the familiar, the local, the micro (or “smaller”), and out and into the Macroverse, where human insignificance becomes even more apparent. Thus, by boiling various scenarios down to their essentials and by leaving standard transitions out along with piddly points that tend to meddle, the poetry becomes omnipotently Olympian in a quasi-Whitmanesque way, thereby arriving at “A wicked truth that does no harm” (another last line), which can assist us (or at least the poet) “To know more than nothing” (also a last line).

The result is that the book of smaller operates like a concept album in which readers “Smell the ink through the page.” That is, we’re asked to employ our sensory abilities to decode metaphors and cryptic language, because girlfriend, this Canadian ain’t giving it away for free.

Perhaps this is Mclennan’s objective, to toss out clues, then guide us to a definitive message. But maybe that’s me trying to find an equation to explain the logic of how these poems function—when actually, whatever’s driving this solid, experimental bus is something simply natural.

As Mclennan notes in one of his multiple poems entitled “journal entry,” “My thinking is all out of order.” But that’s not unusual; his thinking is basically a reflection of our own since we all meditate in bursts and bytes, moving forward and then back in time. That’s how we create order from disorder. The only difference is Mclennan does it on the page as practice, whereas most of us say whatever pops into our heads. Or we don’t.

The poem “Failed senryū” provides an appropriate segue for getting at what I’m talking about when it asks, “Is this, or is this not, about the appropriation of forms.” To which I reply: Nope, this is not entirely about appropriating forms. What it’s about is mutating forms while deviating from and innovating on appropriations in order to get to instances like “The sidewalk has no taste for anecdote,” “Privilege: the luxury to ignore,” and other zinger dismemberments.

Meanwhile, Mclennan reflects on his process: “Every work a hymn. A set of amputated limbs.” This is the method he employs for designing a selection of sacredly profane yet truncated thoughtservations in which readers decipher “A series of commentaries on muteness.” Because we’re small.

This answers my main question of why Mclennan did what he did in the way he did, but I’m a bit miffed at the publisher for not providing any framework for understanding the poet’s aesthetic. This could’ve been accomplished through a preface or a note or a blurb or whatever, but Calgary UP just went ahead and published the book without trying to place the poetics into context; they just shoveled it onto our plates and said, “Hey you, figure this out.”

This not-so-user-friendly approach is also reflected on the book’s epigraph page, where minor errors in the capitalization and lowercasing of book titles are easily missed. Typically, things like these are added last minute, and it’s not uncommon for such snafus to escape the eyes of editors. Still, it’s always a bummer when this happens because it comes off as disinterest. However, as Mclennan discerningly states in the only one-line poem in the collection (entitled “Policy”) this is “The cost of our language.”

University of Calgary Press, paperback, 114 pages, 2022

Mark Spitzer is the author of 30-plus books, some about "monster fish," another about writing pedagogy, plus novels, memoirs, poetry collections and literary translations. As Editor in Chief of the poetry series Toad Suck Editions (an evolution of the legendary Toad Suck Review), he has been a creative writing professor at the University of Central Arkansas and Truman State University, but now spends the brunt of his time in New York's Hudson Valley walking his dog, hunting wild fungi, and renovating a 322-year-old farm house. More info at sptzr.net.

Our Weekly Reads (January 1-7)

Welcome in 2023 with some of our writers’ and editors’ book picks!

Paloma is dead. But before she was murdered, before she was even Paloma, she was a traditional healer named Gaspar. Before she was murdered, she taught her cousin Feliciana the secrets of the ceremonies known as veladas, and about the Language and the Book that unlock their secrets.

Sent to report on Paloma’s murder, Zoe meets Feliciana in the mountain village of San Felipe. There, the two women’s lives twist around each other in a danse macabre. Feliciana tells Zoe the story of her struggle to become an accepted healer in her community, and Zoe begins to understand the hidden history of her own experience as a woman, finding her way in a hostile environment shaped by and for men.

Weaving together two parallel narratives that mirror and refract one another, this extraordinary novel envisions the healer as storyteller and the writer as healer, and offers a generous and nuanced understanding of a world that can be at turns violent and exultant, cruel and full of hope. (Amazon synopsis)

Few poets have demonstrated as persuasively as Yehuda Amichai why poetry matters. One of the major poets of the twentieth century, Amichai created remarkably accessible poems, vivid in their evocation of the Israeli landscape and historical predicament, yet universally resonant. His are some of the most moving love poems written in any language in the past two generations―some exuberant, some powerfully erotic, many suffused with sadness over separation that casts its shadow on love. In a country torn by armed conflict, these poems poignantly assert the preciousness of private experience, cherished under the repeated threats of violence and death.

Amichai’s poetry has attracted a variety of gifted English translators on both sides of the Atlantic from the 1960s to the present. Assembled by the award-winning Hebrew scholar and translator Robert Alter, The Poetry of Yehuda Amichai is by far the largest selection of the master poet’s work to appear in English, gathering the best of the existing translations as well as offering English versions of many previously untranslated poems. With this collection, Amichai’s vital poetic voice is now available to English readers as it never has been before. (Amazon synopsis)

One night in New York City's Chinatown, a woman is at a work reunion dinner with former colleagues when she excuses herself to buy a pack of cigarettes. On her way back, she runs into a former boyfriend. And then another. And . . . another. Soon nothing is quite what it seems as the city becomes awash with ghosts of heartbreaks past.

What would normally pass for coincidence becomes something far stranger as our heroine, the recently engaged Lola, must contend not only with the viability of her current relationship but the fact that both her best friend and her former boss, a magazine editor turned mystical guru, might have an unhealthy investment in the outcome. Memories of the past swirl and converge in ways both comic and eerie, as Lola is forced to decide if she will surrender herself to the conspiring of one very contemporary cult.

Is it possible to have a happy ending in an age when the past is ever at your fingertips and sanity is for sale? With her gimlet eye, Sloane Crosley spins a wry literary fantasy that is equal parts page-turner and poignant portrayal of alienation. (Amazon synopsis)

It's scary being the new dog.

In this suspenseful new series, readers meet Sophie, a dog who can't remember what happened. She doesn't know how she ended up in this house. She doesn't recognize any of these other dogs. She knows something terrible happened but she just... can't... recall... Wait! Where's her lady? It's all coming back to her now, and it's enough to raise Sophie's hackles. Now Sophie has to figure out where she is, what's happening and how she's going to survive this.

They say there's no such thing as a bad dog, just bad owners.

STRAY DOGS is a heartbreakingly adorable suspense thriller by My Little Pony comic artists TONY FLEECS and TRISH FORSTNER. It's Lady and the Tramp meets Silence of the Lambs. (Amazon synopsis)

In a crumbling, isolated house at the foot of Mount Kanchenjunga in the Himalayas lives an embittered judge who wants only to retire in peace, when his orphaned granddaughter, Sai, arrives on his doorstep. The judge’s cook watches over her distractedly, for his thoughts are often on his son, Biju, who is hopscotching from one gritty New York restaurant to another. Kiran Desai’s brilliant novel, published to huge acclaim, is a story of joy and despair. Her characters face numerous choices that majestically illuminate the consequences of colonialism as it collides with the modern world. (Amazon synopsis)