Christian Patterson (b. 1991, Auburn WA) Multicolored clouds converging--pyrotechnic arrows slamming into the chest--an apology that no one hears--Christian Patterson has crafted a strange kind of light orb that feels totally, 100% extraterrestrial. His poems oscillate between ego and id and disembodied bedroom and Taco Bell, and the whole time, it's like he's not even paying attention. He could be blindfolded. What an honor to be alive with these poems. -Luis Neer, author of Extinction Patterson's book comes from a world in which Berenstain Bears is spelled like Berenstein Bears and young people on drugs fear the sound of Beach House. A map would depict an alternate version of pre-pangea in which Seattle and Seoul are nearly touching and there are 7-11s and Taco Bells on every block. In every parking lot, there is a blond girl experiencing a fresh sense loss. -Shy Watson, author of Away Status

An Alternate Reality Where Mello Yello Is More Popular Than Mtn Dew

Christian Patterson

Fog Machine

A bulb is a bulb is a bulb: Emily Griffin's snappy collection lights the lights of Steinian genius, updating the prose meditations of Tender Buttons for the contemporary cook or baker or forlorn tea pot. Lazy Susan may be, but Emily's labors yield torrents of word that eddy into currents of mysterious feeling. "Let the yolks flood a yolk flood better than a flood flood better still a butter flood" the whirl of the chapbook finds new rhythms in things. You'll look at butter better. John Beer, author of Lucinda

Butter Knife

Literature & Fiction

Emily Griffin

Poetry

beyza ozer's work has appeared in or is forthcoming from the Offing, Shabby Doll House, Columbia Poetry Review, and others. beyza is the author of I Don't Mean to Redshift. They are deputy director of social media at YesYes Books. beyza lives in Chicago and, besides working at W&amp;CF, also attends Columbia College and interns at the Poetry Foundation. The first time i read beyza's poetry, we were in a high school photography class &amp; they were doing my homework for me while i edited work that was truly, truly above my 17 year old head. i'm telling you right now, they were amazing then &amp; now they are writing poems that can kill you if you aren't careful. this book is my favorite book until they write their next one. - Isabelle Davis, author of I Am Sorry Because This Is Not About Sex Reading FAIL BETTER felt like being stuck in a thick, opaque, nearly solid embodiment of translation, flailing my arms but moving at 1/1000th the speed that my arms would normally flail. I thought beyza, beyza, beyza, after every page, and as I finished the book my body seeped out of the cloud and rested on the floor. - Sarah Jean Alexander, author of Wildlives beyza's words are so deft and tender that you won't notice them changing you until it's already happened. FAIL BETTER is waiting patiently to become a part of you. - Kimmy Walters, author of Uptalk and Killer "Beyza Ozer's FAIL BETTER is a book full of poems that understand that being sad and being alive is another way to tell a stranger that we don't have to be alone if we don't want to be. Beyza Ozer's FAIL BETTER is here for you, and it always will be. How many things in this world can we really truly say that about?" - Sasha Fletcher, author of It Is Going To Be A Good Year

Fail Better

Beyza Ozer

Dalton Day is the author of Exit, Pursued (Plays Inverse) and Actual Cloud (SalO Press), and a recipient of a James A. Michener fellowship. His poems have appeared in publications including The Offing, Columbia Poetry Review, and PANK, among others. He lives somewhere between North Carolina, Georgia, and Texas. Dalton's poems in this book consistently do my favorite thing that a poem can do, which is to jar a strange image from my own life out of wherever it's been hiding and flourish it in the new light the poem creates. These poems created a hole in me and then filled it with bees that reminded me of my childhood. These poems took my memories of childhood and shaped them like clay on a wheel into a teacup that holds sound. They reminded me of a mountain range I once saw from the highway after seven hours of driving alone. They made me feel alone and yet so, so held." -Cassandra de Alba, author of habitats

Interglacials

I Am Heavy w/ Feeling: A Correspondence

Young, Joshua

Pope, Alexis