An Appointment with the Goddess: A Review of Lisbeth White’s American Sycamore
Though each of White’s poems stands alone in form, White’s work is bridged. . . . by the elemental divinity that is a byproduct of self-reckoning.
“A Sense of Spiritual Belonging”: A Review of Lamya H’s Hijab Butch Blues
These are the moments of intertextuality that make Hijab Butch Blues a truly remarkable rupture in the literary fold.
“Fizzy Romance, Messy Matrixes, and Death Equations”: A Review of Camonghne Felix’s Dyscalculia
The spiral inwards offers a total repossession of the self, while the spiral outwards depicts a hand in the midst of a cosmic reach, apotheosis right around the corner.
The Anti-Poetry of Salvador Villanueva
I found Villanueva to be ahead of his time, working a craft that would be called “meta-modern” by some, an innovative style in which the reader participates in the process of the author’s work. I was immediately taken by its apparent simplicity, which caused his work to stand apart from most of the poetry I knew from my island. I would later find out that he was ahead of his time in the art of letters in Puerto Rico.
What it means to be Thai
Ploi Pirapokin reviews Pitchaya Sudbanthad’s debut novel, Bangkok Wakes to Rain
(Re)member, (re)location, (re)gender
On Aldrin Valdez’s ESL or You Weren’t Here