Lillian Nećakov, 3¢ Pulp
For a book so brief and light to the touch, it nearly brings a tear to my eye just to hold it and read quietly in my apartment’s warm and cozy solitude of afternoon weekend silence.
Jessi MacEachern, Television Poems
The thing MacEachern gets about ekphrasis and TV is that these poems work like easter eggs: if you’ve seen it, know it, and then read the corresponding poem, it can be a portal of discovery.
Alice Burdick, I Am So Calm
Alice Burdick is simply masterful.
Claire Sherwood, Eat Your Words
It’s a cure-all, it’s a catch-all, it’s an everything bagel, but the everything is kitchen lore, and the bagel is Montreal-style.
Simon Peter Eggertsen, Hawking Comes Close to Finding God
It’s rare to witness the emergence of a writer such as Eggertsen in any time period, in any country, in any lifetime.
Gary Barwin, Seedpod Microfiche
What is the algebra that reverse engineers Barwin’s paperweight enigmas?
Mayan Godmaire, Yesterday’s Tigers
We’re not in media res; we are part of the ritual that is audience-performance.
Ken Norris, Moon Over Thailand
Wistful and world-weary and world-travelled, Norris’s voice echoes the spry blank verse of Irving Layton or R. G. Everson.
Derek Webster, The Thinker
It is a parade of those things that make life worth living to the post-Enlightenment humanist poet, dalliances and assurances that feel increasingly seldom in the world we live in today at that.
Sarah Burgoyne, The Tentaculum Sonnets
Sarah Burgoyne has a propensity to show off like this in every stanza of every page she works on, and it’s scary, talented and exhilarating to read.
