An Intimate Provocation: Jenny Xie’s The Rupture Tense
“To whom do we belong? Those whom we can see in photographs? Those we encounter in story? Or those we know in our blood?” –an essay by CMarie Fuhrman
Prose that encourages us to engage with books of poetry, individual poets, and issues of craft or poetics.
“To whom do we belong? Those whom we can see in photographs? Those we encounter in story? Or those we know in our blood?” –an essay by CMarie Fuhrman
“Such a world is one of interpenetrating energies—a large, looming but luminous consciousness, in which we ourselves might be but a half-articulate idea.” –Dan Beachy-Quick
“No matter how far you stray, your origin beckons you.”
“When I can bring identification from field guide to feeling guide and into another’s conscious as a fellow living being worthy of adoration, the work for that sentence or stanza or story is, for the moment, done.”
“H of H Playbook is a submission to our collective conscience, a treatise against empire, and a reminder that there is no myth nor story that can replace actual, material human experience.” – Dujie Tahat
“Don Mee Choi’s words point us toward a world beyond the American imagination.” —Woogee Bae
“In English, speakers are actors and objects are acted upon. A persimmon is there to be eaten. For Powhatan speakers, it just as likely might not be there since the persimmon, like other objects of the natural world, has an agency and animacy of its own.”—an essay by Emily Parzybok
“I wanted people to fall in love with nature through words and want to protect it, the way I had as a child, writing on a concrete stoop in a subdivision. In a way, words were my quarry. I mined their layers for meaning, and when I made something beautiful and useful from them, I felt lighter somehow, as if the overburden of living—the debris of its many griefs—had been lifted.”—an essay by Melissa Reeser Poulin
“Hong’s essays and poems ask how to write about a country’s murderous onset, when the bloody order continues?”—Paul Hlava Ceballos
“A poem’s sweetness leads to its own devouring.”—an essay by Jehanne Dubrow