Prose Feature: “Metaphysical Courage: A Review of Bruce Beasley’s Theophobia (BOA Editions, 2012)” by Luke Hankins

May 23, 2014

The title of Beasley’s latest book, Theophobia, reminds us that Western religious conceptions of God are inextricably bound to the idea and the experience of fear. The God of Judaism and Christianity is a figure worthy of not only respect but also dread. One of Beasley’s epigraphs for this book is Proverbs 1:7, “The dread […]

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Prose Feature: “Quiet Devastation: A Review of Bridget Lowe’s At the Autopsy of Vaslav Nijinsky” by Christine Kitano

April 25, 2014

Carnegie Mellon University Press, 2013 Bridget Lowe’s obsessions play out in the guise of characters—Vaslav Nijinsky, the Wild Boy of Aveyron, the “forgotten actress,” the pilgrim—all of whom face questions of identity in the tensions between self and community, intellect and emotion, the wild and the civilized. In her debut collection of poems, At the […]

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Prose Feature: “What the Poem Requires: An Interview with Randall Mann” by Peter Kline

April 11, 2014

Uniting formal elegance with gritty subject matter and a delightfully wicked wit, Randall Mann’s poems are among the most compelling being written today. Whether he is satirizing the poetry world and its vanities, evoking the shame and longing and indignity of adolescence, taking us on a cruising expedition down Larkin Street in San Francisco, or […]

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A Poem After Tomás Q. Morín’s “Saudades”

April 7, 2014

Contributor’s Marginalia: Wesley Rothman on “Saudades”  by Tomás Q. Morín Bassline Saudade Though we slow down, time’s wheel still rolls. —Natasha Trethewey Tracks fade and drop. And albums loop or end in a garage sale box. Artists breathe their last note, and greatest hits, collectors’ editions, biopic films inject us with nostalgia. That Billie track of my […]

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Off Highway 395

March 31, 2014

Contributor’s Marginalia: Shara Lessley on “Bow City” by Michael Lavers I’d forgotten the barber shop, Grand Central Hotel. I’d buried any memory of the mill where ore was crushed in the hunt for gold—or so I thought, until Michael Lavers’ sonnet, “Bow City,” brought Bodie, Lazarus-like, back in its odd state of animated decay. The ghost towns—Lavers’ and […]

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