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mordarling

"Vow" and "The Blue Rental" both act as visionary texts, railing against the nothingness that surrounds us and will eventually consume us.

whale of desire

"Whale of Desire" is large enough for all loves, from belief to fidelity, and each poem rings out as a hymn.

peace

Gillian Conoley’s new book of poetry seems to aim at a kind of reconciliation: with the self, with family, with lovers, with the digital world, and with larger abstractions such as death.

Death like a shadow of black silk unraveling/after an atomic blast, your arms outstretched/in the background a curtain surrenders in the wind

There is a freshly-made bed next to mine/that I don't touch/There is a hum in the room, a hymn/in the sky/That evening two animal gods stood mountaintop/and I sat below in the sunset, my body rooted.

EPITHALAMION FOR OUTLAWS: ACE HIPORST

The narrative is fragmental, and drifts like movements which possess their own immediate merits. The symphonic quality is evident. Stravinsky’s "Rite of Spring" is not a piece which moves in a deft pattern, and neither is Hartigan’s collection.

erik

Forth from the intersecting origin

Each number is newly born/and ages as it goes/this is the realm of the rich/and the shallow, an empty quadrant/where they think they exist

The people who I love are growing infections. They florally reconstitute. I am wishing their stamens. I am unconscious. What lips these flowers will vaunt.

we never stay in the ground long/and you will come when we call/only we come back wrong/only we come back/with the foreign gods hanging on

What are her threats but testimonies of love?

Sonnet 3, 10, 15

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CALLED BACK BOOKS—a new press run out of Oakland, CA and crafted by the poets Sharon Zetter and Lucas M. Rivera—stresses the import of THE BOOK and will be focusing on small volumes from emerging writers, highlighting the discourse of POETRY and a range of mediums germane to the question of ART, METAPHYSICS, LANGUAGE, ETHICS, ETC.

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whatever holy something / might want / even me / a teenage symphony / a pure system of spasms / wrecked with sex /

lara glenum

Her snout is scaly + She has a grotty disease