My series of three poems, And All That Could Have Been, is up at Everyday Other Things, read it, please. Great site with some awesome photo/poetry collaborations.
Haven't been reading much, lately, but what little I have delved into has been fantastic. Started The Flame Alphabet and have really been looking for a good chunk of time to speed through it. Ben Marcus is a language master. His words and sentences are like beef stew; and yeah, chicken soup is good too. But oh man, beef stew.
Daniela Olszewska's Halfsteps + Cloudfang is a good looking little book with amazing poetry and some really badass artwork by Melissa K. Dunkelberger. I don't come across books very often that are enhanced by artwork, but I'm in love with the drawings in this book.
Also read Jamie Kazay's Small Hollering and enjoyed it. Everything from Dancing Girl Press is tasty.
If there's one thing you spend your money on today, or this week, or whatever, buy Gregory Sherl's The Oregon Trail Is The Oregon Trail. His poems teach the humanity and despair and heartache the game was meant to and did not. My soul cries now for those oxen and Child #1 and Child #2. Beautifully done themed collection.
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ReplyDeleteThe Oregon Trail is unforgiving - they knew that going in. So we had to keep moving... with or without them.