Returning Home in Winter
Here, the fog horns seem to multiply,/clocks and bells grieve louder./Strange how I never noticed them before.
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Assembling the Bones: A Conversation with Arthur Sze
I would say that that’s one of the mysteries of art. That sense of being seen. It’s one thing to notice something else, it’s another thing for the speaker to be noticed.
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Sea-Bands™
I got them first to navigate the waters/ of pregnancy, so I could ride the subway/ without gorge rising, without feeling faint.
Where are the POC in Holiday Films?
These films offer artifacts of our American film heritage, inventing a coziness and togetherness of Christmas with a dash of entertainment that is apparently only available to and enjoyed by white people.
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Documenting the Bottom: A Review of Malcom Tariq’s “Heed the Hollow”
Tariq’s Heed the Hollow is a humorous, erotic, and stunningly heartbreaking engagement with a language that has forcefully made queer black bodies and voices invisible.
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Deep Throat
Whistleblowers, according to Fred Alford’s study, do not achieve redemption. They are not, in the majority of cases, acknowledged as heroes or truth tellers. Whistle blowing is rather an act of self-sacrifice, a suicide mission.
Speaking Suddenly In German: A Review of Dr. Lisa Gruenberg’s “My City of Dreams”
Harry Gruenberg’s twisted tale becomes interwoven with that of Lisa and his family, told with fragments of song, personal letters, primary source materials, photographs, family dramas, scenes, stories, fantasies, and dreams that gain their own narrative force.
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“If I Told Her How Often I Thought of Prison”: A Review of “Felon” by Reginald Dwayne Betts
This sort of collection enumerates the best that poetry can be: a tool, a song, a gesture towards empathy, an enactment of living a life that continues to baffle.
Ballad of Puppetry and the Fifth Estate
She was told no. She would not stop.
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Two Figures on a Bridge
As a child I’d ask my father
why though still awake
he closed his eyes.
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