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Hanging from the Monkey Bars
In Fish Bones, Gillian Sze grabs you by the shifts in tense, keeps you bouncing about in time frames. And aptly it’s the opening to a poem called “The Shaman’s Dance” that offers the perfect locus upon which to pin … Continue reading
Premises and Premises
Within a few paces, one straddles the erotic, the synesthetic and the memento mori. Because an opulent tongue contours my hip bone Because the music arrived in ochres, greens, yellows Because I wanted the music to articulate me Because lacking … Continue reading
They Are Other
Marilyn Dumont The Pemmican Eaters The anaphora would be oppressive if these last three lines were not broken off into a separate stanza. these are not the lines between English and French these are not the lines between oral and … Continue reading
The L Word
By the time I reached the end of this reclamation poem, I chortled. You might say the word lesbian with a shudder, like there are cooties crawling up your back porch. You might say the word lesbian like you’re reading … Continue reading