reviewed by Lisa Alexander

May 28, 2016

The narrative through-line of the birth itself is told in one long gasp. Within that forward motion however, the two womens’ lives find their way in, pooling at times and hurtling at others. 

May 8, 2016

I know there are those who believe childhood is a time of innocence, but I wonder if they really remember their own childhoods.

April 3, 2016

The Family Tooth may make conscious use of images, unlikely juxtapositions, and the sonic properties of language in order to maximize impact, the way that poetry does... But insomuch as any subjective experience can be described as a true story, it is a work of nonfiction.

Photo courtesy of author

March 13, 2016

For “Crescent City,” the form came to me in an organic expression of spoken poetry. It wasn’t until I looked out my hotel window at the city and the river and opened my mouth did the poem come.

reviewed by Julia Lichtblau

February 2, 2016

Every so often a contemporary novel makes me want to go back to college—not because I don’t get it, but because the book induces a craving to know everything about its world.

Photo by M. Sharkey

February 2, 2016

Lilliet’s feminism is a survivor’s feminism... It was a time when the women who were able to be free had to create these larger-than-life personae and whatever freedoms they won came from those personae.

January 10, 2016

There’s the time I danced with Marlene Dietrich. I was sitting there, and she was dancing, and she said, ‘Sergeant, you’re not dancing,’ and she pulled me onto the dance floor.

Photo Credit: Sue Kwon

December 8, 2015

I like to think that poems, being aware that they are poems, look at themselves and start to arrange, deepen, and intensify their own experience of being made.

November 6, 2015

The alien invasion by UFO is a longstanding metaphor for illegal immigration, and the alien’s destruction through violence is justified primarily because of their “thingness.”

October 19, 2015

If you’re willing to sacrifice everything, and you still fail or fall short... how do you keep living, knowing you’re not going to be enough?

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