Tag Archives: Love

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 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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Abraham Smith on lines by Forrest Gander

FIELD GUIDE TO SOUTHERN VIRGINIA True as the circumference to its center. Woodscreek Grocery, Rockbridge County. Twin boys peer from the front window, cheeks bulging with fireballs. Sandplum trees flower in clusters by the levee. She makes a knot on … Continue reading

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Abraham Smith on lines by Lisa D. Chavez

Tucked away in his tower of useless words, he withers. But the alchemist’s assistant leaves the workshop everyday.  She gathers the stones by calling their names–clicks of her tongue, syllables of silver, turquoise, and jade. They flock to her and … Continue reading

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Jonathan Thirkield on Niedecker’s no bird dawn

at no bird dawn— from “[I married]” Lorine Niedecker This is a quiet apocalypse. Imagine viewing a bomb impact at close range after its first concussive wave takes out your eardrums: silence, a rising cloud of dust, then a burial, … Continue reading

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Linnea Ogden on a Kiss, a Cavity and “It” in Terrance Hayes

Your response to my kiss is, I have a cavity. I am in love with incompletion. I am clinging to your moorings. Yes, I have a pretty good idea what beauty is. It survives all right. It aches like an … Continue reading

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Erika Howsare on Mei Mei Berssenbrugge, Daughters & Newspapers

The second shortest line in Mei-mei Berssenbrugge’s poem “I Love Morning”: “I love to read newspapers.”  What can such a banal declarative accomplish? It all depends on context. And the context here is a series of elements: sentences separated by … Continue reading

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