A. E. Stallings on Ernest Hilbert’s Last One Out
Friday Pick: Elizabeth Knapp’s “Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak”
An at-times crushing, always beautiful chronicle of sorrow and its afterlife, Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak will haunt you long after you’ve turned its final page.
John McCullough
Some months all my thoughts are one colour. / I hit a yellow mood and the world pours out its yolks
Stephanie Burt’s Advice from the Lights | Friday Pick
Burt’s riddles are a clever solution to the problem of how to communicate specific personal experience in a way that maintains a modicum of the universal, a problem she has explored in her criticism.
John McCullough
And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.
Martha Sprackland
I am thinking of you, and the bees are drowning / in the pool. The whole surface is a ballroom, // the tiny pieces move and coruscate and the air / is sticky with humming...
Friday Pick: Ed Skoog’s “Rough Day”
"There’s an urgent need in these poems to keep moving forward, to not get bogged down in the past. And breaking from the past is part of what Skoog is after in form as well." - Katie Herman reviews Ed Skoog's second collection, Rough Day
Tara Skurtu
Before you knew words, you’d toddle / open-mouthed, chomp down on the leg // of a table, couch arm, seated ass / of a grown-up...
Friday Pick: All of You on the Good Earth by Ernest Hilbert
It is refreshing to read poetry that doesn't have to bullshit about what it is. Hilbert can write a sonnet that sounds so natural - and so casually American - that heard aloud, one might not even recognize it for what it is. Or rather, one would recognize it for exactly what it is: great poetry.