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On Linnea Ogden, Mice and that Ring by Susan Scarlata

Linnea Ogden’s poems and the lines within them are entirely matter-of-fact. In her poem “Powderhorn Park,” (forthcoming in Hick Poetics,) this line demonstrates exactly what I mean: I am holding a dead mouse when the phone rings. In ten words … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Crystal Wilkinson, conservation and desire

if you just could have seen the hair rise up on their arms like that, like offerings to god, when their elbows touched, if you could have seen her longing dissipate just a little as he came through the door, … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Dara Wier’s distance

In the city and in the country were not in the same centuries. [from “A Civilian’s Journal from the War Years”] The preposition in this line creates a pattern that it also breaks—“in the city” offers a geographical boundary matched … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on G.C. Waldrep and the collapse of the self

Deer graze along the brow of my old age. You are not a dream, the sparrows’ silver needles sew you into a calendar’s trim signature. Spring arrives as prescription eyeglasses discarded at the crime scene. [from “Forage Psalm”] I like … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Connie Voisine, doubling back, and the pleasure of a boneless fish

My God was delicious, like a fish with no bones. [from “Once”] The first thing that strikes me about these lines by Connie Voisine is a subtly disconcerting quality. Yes, at the point that I experience a fish with no … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Jen Tynes and the little things

If you think I am going to rise above something by now. [from “Nota Bene” in Heron/Girlfriend (Coconut Books, 2008)] I love the implied threat in this line by Jen Tynes, and the amplification of that threat as the sentence’s … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Yusef Komunyakaa and the afternoon nocturnal

I close my eyes & can still see the three untouched mice dead along the afternoon footpath. [from “Tree Ghost”] It gets me that the mice are both untouched and dead. There seems to be something pretty interesting happening with … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Adrian Kien and welcome danger

we could die here of wasps but I never wanted safety I wanted the edge of property to tear open with coyotes [from “The Least Space Inhabited” in Look Up (Chaos Editions, 2012)] The flatness and lack of adornment of … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Joan Naviyuk Kane and a crushing blow

Ash, resin and ruin. All loves Not love but adhesion, and anywhere but here. [from “Field Notes”] I’m immediately drawn to the first sentence of this first line in a stanza by Joan Naviyuk Kane: “Ash, resin and ruin.” For … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on Bob Hicok and birds as lineage

and his one suit was crows who wouldn’t stop being the suit when I put the suit on I was young, I met my wife in that crow suit, [from “Amputation: a love story”] The speaker’s grandfather in this Bob … Continue reading

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