For the New Year by Eric Pankey. Bindweed by Christianne Balk.
Fragments from the Fire by Chris Llewellyn. Blackbird Bye Bye by April Bernard.
The Game of Statues by Martha Hollander. Cult of the Right Hand by Elaine Terranova.
From the Iron Chair: Poems by Greg Glazner. The Fire in All Things: Poems by Stephen Yenser. Poems by Jan Richman.
Poems by Nicole Cooley. Poems by Joshua Clover. Bite Every Sorrow by Barbara Ras. Once I Gazed at You in Wonder: Poems by Jan Heller Levi.
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In this example, as in many of the other poems, the sound and rhythm of each word is depended upon heavily for effect. Rhyme, alliteration, assonance, consonance, even parts of speech — no trick of language and poetry is left unused.
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These are tools available to any writer who has been to middle school, but Van Doren uses them in a way that is truly special. Once you forgot syncopation and an enemy stomped on your bigamist. Several of the poems in the collection not only make use of the grammatical tools of the English language, but also attempt to define the very devices they use. He who parsed us left us with a floating colon, an ellipsis enjambed by a full-stop.
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By the point at which we reach the three poems on parts of speech, the reader begins to feel as if he or she has picked up an eccentrically-written grammar book. You felt a tugging across your chest. We looked for the nearest vent.
As you swallowed air we heard it catch in the arc at the top of your stomach. You flirted with her until she made it stop raining. The perfume from the swamp soothed your tired wings. You woke up quacking.
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I chased your demons with maternal earnest. It turns out I entered a body which had no boundaries, no ideas beyond salvation and a scotch on the rocks. Pour me into one cup this time. Offer me to someone who will have me. We were having an argument about the best way to empty the dishwasher. Sperm leaked onto my red bikini underwear. I took a vow twenty years ago in a church during a rainstorm,.
The plastic lid of a Tupperware container caught the rim of the glass and it shattered.