“[T]his is the magic of fragments—the way that poem breaks off leads into a thought that can’t ever be apprehended. There is the space where a thought would be, but which you can’t get hold of. I love that space. It’s the reason I like to deal with fragments. Because no matter what the thought…
When I first visited Italy, I was excited to find out a temple-turned-church, complete with Latin inscriptions, was a mere brisk evening walk from my hotel. I also found there was a McDonald’s next to the temple. The irony felt deliberate, as if the universe had tired of subtlety, as if the collision of the…
The dog days of summer are upon me as I am writing this. The heat has settled into a viscous, oppressive thing. The days are a slow-motion descent into a molten world, each hour a heavier, more viscous pull. My mind, trapped in this humid limbo, is split between the sterile glow of my computer…
Kameryn Alexa Carter’s “Antediluvian” seized my attention amidst my perusal of various poetry publications. Its unusual formatting, intentionally constricted, paragraph-like, amid a sea of poems often indulging in unconventional line breaks and expansive white space, drew my focus. Such aforementioned experimentation, ubiquitous to the point of banality, rendered the poem’s compactness a notable departure. This…