Maybe this post deserves another look. Or maybe I’m just twisting the knife, stirring the stew, swatting the bees. Someone once told me that if everyone had a doll made of themselves that had one of those pull-strings that dolls used to have, and we all could have one tagline, my doll would say, over… Read More That Email About That MFA
Kim Gek Lin Short’s Run is nothing short of what you always wanted from a cross-genre hybridity of poesy merged with a fatal fable of death/love/sex. I think it’s poetry, but there’s a narrative, so should I just call it new? The new new poetry for the reader that demands a narrative! The closest thing… Read More Review of Kim Gek Lin Short’s Run
The man chooses not to see outside of, says my mood’s this, whisks the eggs. An otherwise performance would be a negation of hands into birdcage from which the rose trees grow & so might I, two feet alliance. Fail there & the aster is red sleeper; asters can be red & all October her… Read More Review of Shelly Taylor’s Black-Eyed Heifer
