Written as a series of unsent love-letters to a lanky drummer boy named Curt, Geraldine Snell’s overlove is, as the cover blurb suggests, “a non-fiction novella concerned with love, boundaries, leaky jars and the female gaze.” It is also a portrait of a young artistic intellectual in the throws of limerence, the state of being … Continue reading #Invert, Critical Reflections on Geraldine Snell’s overlove.
When I picked up Judson Hamilton’s The New Make-Believe, I was anticipating a poetry of action. For me, the title conjured some potential blend of childhood idealism and a philosophy of escape, perhaps something like collective hallucination harnessed for political gains, a dream engine capable of producing, well, The New. I came looking for change, … Continue reading Review – The New Make-Believe
Foragers by Jaime Fountaine, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine. Foragers catches a broken moment in time when Mom’s new maybe-boyfriend, Jeff, cooks a ‘family’ dinner. It’s a ritual ceremony where the ingredients are quite toxic, and I’m not talking about the wild mushrooms. There’s a lesson waiting right in the middle for the narrator, whose anger is … Continue reading Relay – Foragers
The Station by Terence Hannum, via Queen Mob's Teahouse, is a contemporary riff on Arkady and Boris Strugatsky's classic Roadside Picnic. Time and reality vibrate uncertainly as a security guard protects a ruined and toxic shopping plaza on the Gulf Coast. Everything, including the narrator's life, is waste. Worth it for details that are well … Continue reading Relay – The Station
A Furious Oyster by Jessica Sequeira is an odd book about people who come back from the dead during storms, leaving ghostly remnants in the rain data which can be recorded, interpreted, and published. Well, that’s its setup at least. Although you might expect such a premise to deliver a horror story, what Sequeira gives … Continue reading Review – A Furious Oyster
There is a tunnel through the air / It leads quite wondrously here and there / I've waited, watching what comes out / My eyes filled with everywhere / So now I turn and find what's near / To toss back through the information spout