First course: some “bathtub gin,” Baba’s dice left on the kitchen table, all the malt liquor poured out for loved ones. Second course: the roughage of “every page of the bible” to cleanse the pallet. The main course, the whole enchilada: “a city so ruined, it is perfect” with julienned pit bull—a mornay of “gunmetal … Continue reading Michael Mlekoday: The Dead Eat Everything, Including this Review
If New Jersey were the universe, Noelle Kocot would be its soul. No, wait. If Noelle Kocot were the universe, her soul would be in New Jersey and her toes in the sea, settling down a hurricane. Better yet, if Noelle Kocot controlled the galaxy, Soul in Space (Wave Books), her latest poetry collection, would … Continue reading If Noelle Kocot Were Looking For A Noelle Kocot, She Would First Have To Fly To Noelle Kocot.
By Poetry Co-Editor Elizabeth Petersen The best feeling an editor can have is the satisfaction of a great catch. Orlando Ricardo Menes is that big fish. “Way back” in 2005, Sycamore’s Winter/Spring Issue 17.1 featured three poems by Menes (“Mythopoesis,” “Coolie,” “Pharmacopeia,” and “Drought in Havana”) that would go on to appear in Furia (Milkweed … Continue reading Orlando Ricardo Menes: New Fetish, Old Furia
By Poetry Co-Editor, Elizabeth Petersen Sometimes I think, “How can you write anything sad and mean it and not also laugh at yourself?” I think that almost whenever I read submissions or the Sexy New Litmag or Best American Whatever. Come on, people, laugh at yourselves. Am I alone in this club? Reality Bites taught … Continue reading How can we make you Oblivion Ha-Ha more?
By Elizabeth Petersen I take Szymborska’s lead when I say the hardest sentence of an elegiac blog post is the first. Well, now that one’s behind me. In many cases, when a poet passes a small part of the world mourns. This little world of poets and poetry readers feels a tingeing of their hope, … Continue reading Wislawa Symborska (1923-2012)