Whew. Shit. Glad I got this out of the way. Rauan invited me up to South Bend to read with him and Johannes Goransson and Joyelle McSweeney two days before the actual reading. Despite the fact that I had read some of the MS poems… Read More
The excellent thing about this book is that it’s gothic, overwrought, and ridiculous (decadent? Baroque?) cover to cover. These prose poems don’t live in a hum-drum world that’s sometimes, melodramatically, punctured by the weird and/or horrible. They completely occupy an inverted world where things without shape or skin… Read More
My friend Alyssa is part of the show. I’ve known her from elementary school, so we both hold over each other the power of mutually assured embarrassment. Her prints are these gorgeous, labor intensive, slightly distressed looking things. She’s been described as a Luddite. That… Read More
