Volcanic Vigils
My father went whole and alone before / I carried the parts of my mother
A Funeral Within My Soul
Think of how I dodged death before,/ but death is a persistent player/ never losing in hide-and-seek.
AFTER WE WATCH ROAD FOOD I CONSIDER PLACE
There are so many lives I have not let myself live, restless, paradoxical, tripping instead into the imaginations of others. Corrupted. Cruel. I wonder about the life stolen from me. Would I love what I love if I loved it from Palestine?
“Bibliomancy, not selling & angling”: A Review of TEETER by Kimberly Alidio
Teeter, Alidio's fourth full-length poetry book, marks the apex of a language poet’s work, where making occurs alongside documenting but does not extract from it and in which hearing surrounds language but does not acquire, master, or own it... meandering through or remixing affect and archive, never stagnating or calcifying into that which is mappable.
Resisting Brutality & Offering Pearls: A Review of Togetherness by Wo Chan
People are complicated, capable of both wisdom and ignorance, care and cruelty. The poems in Togetherness take root in these complexities and entwine the overarching timelines and the small moments of lives lived in close proximity to one another.
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.