Poetry. "Kristy Bowen's sparkling and spellbinding poems are full of the things of households and Victorian interiors: corsets, envelopes, books, hooks, and spoons. Bowen's vigilant attention to the danger and fragility of these environments is manifest in her description of the beings (women, girls, and birds) who inhabit or are bought into these spaces. These are the muses of Bowen's museum ('a seat or shrine of the muses'). Like a careful curator, Bowen gathers and assembles stories, scenes, and objects related to her subjects. The result is a densely packed cabinet of gothic wonders and haunting relics. Reading these poems makes one keenly aware of the inticacies, intimacies, and inconsistencies staged in the theaters of domestic spaces"--Michelle Detorie. "Kristy Bowen's poems are sexy and smart. The poems in IN THE BIRD MUSEUM fool around with dictionaries, notebooks, concordances, and the ways that bodies get lost and found in real and imaginary places. There are dance halls and graveyards here, footnotes and invocations. One poem asserts, 'I suggest everything is a metaphor for sex. Even the bird.' These poems let us know pleasure and danger are often in close proximity. These poems are inhabited by girls and women who move through the world with a sense of urgency, and Bowen invites us to join them. Or rather, she INSISTS we do. This book is delicious"--Susan Denning.

in the bird museum

Literature & Fiction

Bowen, Kristy

Poetry

Dusie

Advance praise for The Experiments (a legend in pictures & words) by Rachel May... Rachel May blends the sensuous and the violent into forceful narratives that refuse to settle neatly down. Instead, they stick out, don't quite match up, and shuffle restlessly around in the most exciting and satisfying ways-just as her sewn collages do, in clashing prints and riotous colors-and all in quest of identity, in trying to put a name to it all, a name that goes beyond language, that demands the vividly visual, that demands the tangible. This book puts it in our hands. -Cole Swensen

The Experiments (a legend in pictures & words)

Crafts, Hobbies & Home

May, Professor Rachel

Crafts & Hobbies

Heard Animal

Zompa, Vincent

"The sky is like a poem is like the body in that all three are composed - what we experience as "inevitable" or (worse) "natural" - limitless blue expanse, for example - might only be a membrane that enables us to scrabble about on this fragile orb at the edge of nowhere. The page is no less silent, smooth or matte surface over which to cast our dreams, our fears. Hassen Saker is at the eye of the storm for a new generation, lyric &amp; personal &amp; analytic &amp; tough, committed to no medium but the truth. This is a book of wands." Ron Silliman

SKY JOURNAL

Saker, Hassen

Arts & Photography

Super Undone Blue is all at sea, teeming with ghost ships and marine voices, mythic and historic, while contemporary children with ancient names skirt the edges. Distressed with layers of “pealing paint,” it scumbles history in fraught, tender language that undoes and leaves undone, ongoingly. Kate Colby

Super Undone Blue

Cox, Sarah Anne

“To blurb this book, I submerged my brain in its popping polyvatic village cauldron, its speaking sung thru me like comets as cosmic Cuntos. These are unbinding spells. Give consciousness back to the matriarchy. Wouldn’t the mothering of consciousness be better? Secretes E, her potions conjunct her linguistic glamour. She unspirals us from patriarchal overmind, while pregnant and dancing forth into space with the goddesses. This arrow is so sharp and plumed. Pleasure. Badass. Brilliant. Lava. Matrilineal gnosis. Revolution, she says and does: afterbirth it, claim, re-enact, cuntify it. Spell your spell. As Freud was wrong about women he was wrong about death (duh). Drive? Death can be mothered. Father Uterus* (*Hiromi Ito). Channeling as uterine prerogative (‘spiked ghost blossoms.’) FEED YOUR HEAR. Mother’s milk/tongue. RIDE IAMBIC PIGS. LOL let’s crack it open and BE NO DESOLATION. Be witchery, wall-less, altered, alert. ‘We might reclaim killjoy to mean an ample empathy.’ Be these magical actions. Absolutely feminine, disobedient, radiant, scathing.” –Sarah Fox  “One of the infuriating and regular pieces of advice from the etheric beings to me is ‘play.’ END is an achievement in play. It is true joy. It is perfect gemini anxiety/flexibility and human strength, sitting with and passing through difficult fury and ugly love. Genius survival mode gameplay in a world already over.” –Feng Sun Chen  “Unike wedlock with digital clocks, time in this endlessness is no desolation plus today I queefed on god plus each, every, and all of the bodies’ transformations plus puss plus serious muppet logic plus ectoplasmic nun fetus plus bird alphabets form trauma maps plus no blue distance to the whole machine plus the monster truck of the endocrine plus the anthroposcenery plus Elisabeth Workman threads spinal chords all through the big fucked up everything for us.” –Michael Sikkema  “How to begin without comparing this book to the books that keep getting called ‘home’ / How to begin by saying instead of reading this book, Elisabeth Workman’s ENDLESSNESS IS NO DESOLATION, this book sits down with me to draw a life / maybe mine / maybe a cave’s / It draws in soft light and red, “feeling across violent edges.” We consider the sea / ‘momentum bitches / & / waves / the tension’ / We consider endlessness / so history / the sculpted manuscript / the boring vault, doesn’t have to be the water source. Pussy Wallow, the Bird of Paradox, a mother / the noise of love that surrounds her faces me and says, ‘Do you have a fucked-tongue, too?’ Her faces me and her faces are me and faces her and me / We raise our skirts to the war and say, ‘RIDE IAMBIC PIGS.’ This book folds in on itself and seeds itself / knows seeds are notes / knows there is so much that is unfathomable / unshapeable / but insistent about the world / the seen and the unseen and pain and its dream time / so why not / fucking celebrate / why not fucking move through it like a body / like wound or thought.” –Carrie Lorig

Endlessness is No Desolation

Workman, Elisabeth

Voir Dire

Reference

Vassilakis, Nico

Words, Language & Grammar

Objects don't have color (they give off light) and words don't have meaning (they give off vibration). Color and meaning are ours to determine and agree upon, but what if, first, we sift through our colloquial phrases, our idiomatic expressions, our perceptual experiences, until we enter a world of mutuality rather than human centrality? A poet of both Exteroception and Interoception at once, Kyle Schlesinger asks his reader to "Think with / Your Eyes," "Eyes like Buber." At turns both funny and heartbreaking, Color & Light reminds us that meaning is not intrinsic; it is relational-"I'll say differently / I won't say literally." -Sasha Steensen A smart collection of poems representing the panoramic range of Kyle Schlesinger's talents. 'Far & Away, ' a brilliant rigorous formal experiment in language, is the culminating work among more casual and sometimes cinematic poems. A real page-turner with unpredictable joys along the way. -Annabel Lee

Color and Light: poems

Schlesinger, Kyle

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