Jane Wong on Nicholas Gulig’s Orient
a face I wore before I wore this
a nostalgia-scented chemical whisper / silvering up the atmosphere
Two feathers / flitter out in cursive loops.
Look, then, and see / the roots of the sky.
Work and beware any love that’s jealous / of work
R.M. Haines on Dawn Lundy Martin’s Good Stock Strange Blood
by Justin Yau-Luu | Contributing Writer
A box under a desk with a breathing in it.
Michele Sharpe on Melissa Stein’s Terrible Blooms