Saturday, April 18, 2026

Ongoing notes: mid-April, 2026: Carlos A. Pittella + Corey Page Martin,

Poetry month! Have you been catching the daily poems posted over at the Chaudiere Books blog? Or the weekly interviews posted via the above/ground press substack? Or the weekly posts in the Canadian Poets Series via Peripety and/or Tronies? There’s a lot going on, as you most likely know. And will I see later this coming week in Victoria? I’m apparently doing two readings and hosting a podcast, live on stage! All through Planet Earth Poetry. That should be pretty cool.

Lethbridge AB/Toronto ON: The third chapbook and debut manifesto by Brazillian-born and Lethbridge-based poet Carlos A. Pittella is Dante’a Bureau: A Deformalist Manifesto (Toronto ON: Anstruther Press, 2026), a curious lyric and layered essay that counterpoints a thread of Dante and Saramago against a commentary around the difficulties around attempting to garner a passport one can’t travel to, due to an outdated passport. “The last Holy Roman Emperor died and the First Florentine Republic legislated a new balance of power,” Pittella writes, as part of the first thread, “requiring new rules of representation for landed aristocrats, merchant magnates, lower nobles, bankers, artisans… Bureaucracy was just budding when Dante projected its ideal form. Hell is a rational dream.” Counterpoint that against the other thread on the same page, that begins:

It took me eight years to get my Northern passport
By jus soli I already had one from the South.
By jus sanguinis I could apply for other ones.
By marriage I could’ve got one more but then
would have had to swear I revoked all others.
I started the new passport application
but the agents at the consulate
didn’t really want more citizens
so it took years to reconstruct my genealogy
with birth & marriage & death certificates
all notarized & translated
from a believable ancestor to myself.

Toronto/Kingston ON: Another title from Anstruther is by Kingston poet Corey Page Martin, the sleek chapbook JIM (2026), which appears to be their debut. JIM is a suite of poems that respond to the death of the author’s father in 2010, as the first piece, “Suddenly,” offers his obituary: “MARTIN, James Edward – Passed away / suddenly on December 1, 2010 in his 43rd / year.” Composed as a chapbook-length elegy, the poems assemble, cluster, accumulate, writing through and around this central point, sketching errant truths and pressure points, play and open space, and new spaces that have yet to be filled. “we buried him in the backyard,” begins the poem “On father’s day,” “construction-paper / coffin // garden-stone tomb // he was supposed to be a goldfish / but he was blue / then white / then dead [.]” In certain ways, this is entirely an assemblage of poems on form, as Martin works through grief and loss from a variety of angles, playing with shape and structure, from a variation on Wallace Steven’s infamous 1917 “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird,” to poems composed through erasure, grids or found material. As the fifth poem in Martin’s sequence, a clever riff off memory, loss, their father and a particular beloved song by The Beatles, “Thirteen ways of listening to ‘Blackbird,’” Martin writes:

with a different voice every time

 

Friday, April 17, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Richard Smith

Richard Smith is the author of Beyond Where Words Can Go: A Novel in 200 Sonnets (Bauhan Publishing, April 2026). His first book, Not a Soul but Us, is a narrative in sonnets about the plague pandemic in mid-14th-century England. It won the 2021 May Sarton New Hampshire Poetry Prize and was released in 2022 by Bauhan Publishing. Richard is a psychologist with a clinical practice in Washington, D.C.

He is on the core faculty of the Center for Existential Studies and Psychotherapy, for which he gives presentations on existential themes in plays and novels, ranging from Sophocles to Ta-Nehisi Coates. He and his partner live with their two dogs, who inspired Richard’s initial foray into sonnet writing.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

The day before my first book was accepted for publication, it got rejected (again) by another publisher. I’d begun work on the second book but that day decided to drop it and devote my time and energy elsewhere, as the whole enterprise felt pointless. So without that first publication, there wouldn't have been a second book, and now a few more in gestation.

My first book, Not a Soul but Us, is narrated by an illiterate mid-14th-century shepherd, so I kept his language as plain as possible—mostly words of Anglo-Saxon origin. My second book, Beyond Where Words Can Go, is narrated by a 16th-century monk raised bilingual in English and Latin, whose vocabulary would have been quite broad, so his voice could be much more sophisticated. (I could claim that this difference in narrators’ voices is the reason my second book reads a bit more smoothly than the first, but the real truth is just that I got more fluent in the sonnet form.)

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

I didn’t. I came to fiction first and in my twenties wrote two mediocre novels (all typescripts of which have been destroyed or hidden). Poetry came later: I was listening to a lecture about Romeo and Juliet and was reminded that at their first meeting they spontaneously co-create a sonnet. And I thought, “I love our dog; I should write sonnets to him.” One of those sonnets imagined the two of us as medieval shepherd and sheepdog. Then it expanded, eventually morphing into an 84-sonnet story about a 12-year-old boy orphaned and abandoned during the mid-14th century plague pandemic.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

Because I’m writing about past historical periods (my second book traces a group of monks through the English Reformation and Henry VIII’s dissolution of the monasteries), I spend a lot of time researching. By the time I draft individual sonnets, I’ve taken lots of notes and sketched an outline and let it all simmer awhile. Whatever I’m writing has to happen first inside me—inside my body—vividly enough that my mind starts finding words for it. Then, once I start writing, it tends to flow pretty steadily.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

I’m doing book-length projects. Some sonnets show up early on, during the research and outlining phase, and may inspire a change in the overall shape of the book. Some sonnets grow out of the arc of the narrative but don’t bend that arc. I like the interplay between planning and randomness.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

I love doing readings. Humans have been speaking a lot longer than they’ve been reading and writing. And I like it when the common space between me and my audience isn’t figurative but real.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

I doubt these qualify as theory, but I have two main preoccupations as I write. Top priority is my relationship with the reader. I want readers to be as fully engaged as possible—mentally, emotionally, physically. And the narrative should pull them forward, so they want to keep reading, but also invite them to linger, so they want to stop and reflect. Which they choose is up to them.

My second concern is—well, I like aesthetic experiences that are both dense and spare. (Imagine dark fudge with no nuts or other add-ons.) I prefer Bach’s pieces for keyboard or solo cello or violin to his orchestral works, and I’d rather hear a good singer-songwriter solo than with a backup band. In other words, I want the music or writing or painting or whatever to be interesting and involving—with as few component parts as possible. One thing I like about the sonnet form is its demandingness: It takes lots of work to say anything of substance in 140 syllables.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

This is a complicated question. I don’t think writers (or anyone, really) deserve a societal “role” simply by virtue of occupation or publication. But writers can choose to take on responsibilities. Different writers will opt for different ones: commenting on social injustice; ridiculing human folly; imagining and depicting people whose stories haven’t been told; entertaining, comforting, challenging, unsettling, shocking, teaching, enraging (etc.) the reader. What responsibilities writers assume depends on their values, and readers get to decide whether or not they’re interested.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Essential. And I like getting reactions from a number of first readers.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

“Pause awhile.” (Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing)

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

Every day begins with a lot of coffee. I don’t have a writing routine. If I’m in the researching phase, I read and take notes in whatever chunks of time I have free. When I’m actively writing, I try to clear longer stretches. Most importantly, I try to write at least a bit every day, so what I’m working on lingers in my mind and my brain can work on it in background mode.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

The best way to get my mind unclenched is to walk in the woods with my dogs.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Furniture wax. My maternal grandparents’ house (which I loved) had a curved wooden banister on the staircase leading to the second floor. It must have been waxed regularly. As a little kid, I’d stand and scratch at the wax with my thumbnail to release more scent.

13 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Music is huge. I studied piano for 12 years as a kid and 12 years in adulthood. I try to absorb music from the period I’m writing about. Most recently this involved listening to all 150 Psalms as they would have been sung by medieval monks. Music’s ability to stir a complex emotional, cognitive, and physical response is something I envy and try to emulate in writing.

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

E.M. Forster, Virginia Woolf, Milan Kundera, Charlotte Bronte, Anton Chekhov. Of course, William Shakespeare.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

See the Northern Lights.

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

Well, I did pick another occupation. In my thirties, I got my doctorate in psychology and have had my own clinical practice ever since. I find the work profoundly gratifying, and I can’t imagine a better day job for a writer than helping people find language for their most difficult and baffling experiences.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

I kept writing, on top of my work as a psychologist, because the process of writing collects and grounds and soothes me. It seems to function as a meditative practice that I rather desperately need.

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

The last great book: The Water Dancer, by Ta-Nehisi Coates. Last great film: The Ballad of Wallis Island.  

19 - What are you currently working on?

Two projects: My second book is narrated by a man who was left as a newborn on the threshold of a monastery. I became curious about who his mother might be and what she went through, so she’s getting her own book. The other project: I have Long Covid (3 years now), and I’m writing about that: the compromised brain functioning that disrupts the ordinary generation of consciousness; the unease of having a medical condition doctors and researchers don’t understand (and often don’t recognize); the experiences of other Long Covid patients, most of whom have significant physical limitations (which I don’t); our society’s reaction to the Covid pandemic and its lingering aftermath.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

 

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Happy Tenth Birthday, Aoife!

Can you believe my small one is already ten? How does that happen? Happy birthday!

 

Wednesday, April 15, 2026

new essays on Joanne Page/Bronwen Wallace/Sadiqa de Meijer and Anne Carson,

Curiously, I've been working these essays on poetic form lately, the second of which has now posted, "Short Talks: the Anne Carson Lectures," over at my substack (it had been a paid-only post, but I released it after a month or so; free to sign up for the free posts, at least). There's a prior essay there as well, most likely the first in what might become a series, "Field-notes: a mothertalk," a piece subtitled "on Joanne Page, Bronwen Wallace, Sadiqa de Meijer + my mother," with a further I seem to be working on Don McKay's 1975 collection Long Sault, in case such intrigues, articulating my thoughts on the accumulative long poem. I'm sure I'll post that over to the substack as well, once I complete the thing. Might there be a book in here, somewhere? Where might I head next?

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Réka Nyitrai, Split / Game of Little Deaths


Francesca Woodman
[September 16, 1981]

Soon I will become something other than Francesca Woodman, loving daughter, passionate lover, aspiring photographer. Soon, I may become a film of cobwebs floating in the air in clear, calm weather. A thin, translucent angel. I wonder if angels know how to read music.

(Split)

Further from Benjamin Niespodziany’s Piżama Press is the dos-a-dos dual collection Split / Game of Little Deaths (2026) by Romanian poet Réka Nyitrai. Two books, packaged as a single unit, each composed as suites of short, tight lyrics that lean into the abstract, providing both solid foundations and surreal twists. “I’m waiting for the lark’s eggs to hatch / and the moon to answer my letter.” Nyitrai writes, to open the poem “With Lark’s Eggs in My Ear,” in the Game of Little Deaths section, “I lock myself inside a mirror / where music played on pianos / still lives.” As the website description of the collection offers: “The book is designed to be flipped, featuring one side with diaristic, experimental prose (‘Split’) and the other with a surreal, mystifying collection of poems (‘Game of Little Deaths’.” The poems across the first of these two, Split, are composed through a kind of abstract precision, offering titles that are concrete and specific, often with accompanying dates, allowing the poems to veer off without fear of losing ground. On the other hand, the poems of Game of Little Deaths work through a foundation of logic from what seems a title-prompt, expanding across a narrative stretch. If Split holds poems with narrative anchors that ripple across the music of the lines, Game of Little Deaths are lyrical bursts, providing a counterpoint of form and logic, providing the difference between form and approach.

Either way, these are fantastic poems that require you sit with them for a while, stretch your legs. Get comfortable. Explore the nuance of what might be happening.

In Bed with Picasso

 

The sad seeds of blue times
swim in our mouth. 

 

A soft hand unbuttons the sky.
I see an angel riding on a flower. 

 

The smell of burnt snow
wakes the stars. 

(Game of Little Deaths)

 

Monday, April 13, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with LJ Pemberton

LJ Pemberton is the author of Still Alive (Malarkey Books), which was longlisted for the 2025 Dublin Literary Award. Her essays, poetry, and award-winning stories have been featured in The Baffler, Exacting Clam, Los Angeles Review, the Brooklyn Rail, and elsewhere. She lives and works in Decatur, Illinois.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different? 
I maintain that publishing a book doesn’t really change your life. You wake up the day after your book has been published with the same life you went to bed with the day before it happened. But I will say that publishing Still Alive has had a surprising effect on my own sense of myself as a writer—in trusting my instincts. I have become more okay with only writing in a way that interests me, rather than trying to write something that I think people will like or that gatekeepers will prefer. Many years ago, I used to write with an audience closer to the forefront of my mind, whether that was my family or the anonymous public or agents – but after my book came out, I felt validated for having put the work first. I used to question myself for being kind of contrary in that way, for abandoning my more commercial projects because they bored me, but after my book came out, I had no doubts anymore. This is my path.

2 - How did you come to fiction first, as opposed to, say, poetry or non-fiction? 

I tried my hand at all of it, but fiction, and especially long fiction, is better than any other medium at capturing the chaos and fullness of life, in my opinion. I don’t think I’ve succeeded yet in using fiction to its fullest potential, but the challenge to try is more interesting to me as an artist than the restrictions of other forms. 

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I am always starting new projects and then letting them sit for years. Later I return to them and see whether there’s a kernel that interests me there, whether the piece is ready to bloom. I believe in organic time when it comes to art, that a piece will grow when the conditions are right, but that also means constant tending and nurturing of the garden. I am ever planting seeds. I think some people start a piece and then wait for it to grow into something but they never return to it, never spend time reading around and towards it, never plant more in the meantime. You can’t abandon the yard.  

Once a piece gets ahold of me, I’ll work on it exclusively for a while, until I hit a wall—creatively, directionally. Then I have to put it away again. Read. Read more. Plant some more seeds. Think. A few months later the damn breaks and the wall comes down and off I go again. For novels, I’ve learned to keep going until that first draft is done, then fill in the weak spots. Edit ruthlessly. 

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

For a piece to become something long, it has to have an unanswerable question behind it. The writing of the book is my way of trying to find an answer. Short work is for exploring a feeling, communicating something that is perhaps still ephemeral, but that I already know the shape of. 

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings? 

I used to hate readings – attending them, doing them – but I’ve learned they’re such an important part of being a writer, experiencing literary community, nurturing literary community, and keeping literature alive. There’s no version of being a writer anymore where you write something and then hide away for years and people somehow magically find your work. The noise is too loud. You have to be willing to put yourself out there. I enjoy doing readings now. Some nights I’m a better reader than others. So it goes. 

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
Yes – I’m interested in time and memory and the limits of language when trying to express the sensation of being a three dimensional, bodied, person moving through physical landscapes and contending with the culture you’re subject to, year after year after year. Fiction is one of the only tools we have for inhabiting another person’s experience, not just through observation, but by having access to their interiority, and I am endlessly in awe of how fiction can accomplish that. I feel like I still have so much to learn. 

My work is mainly about the ways ordinary people navigate frustration and sadness, while finding beauty in the strange, surreality of contemporary life. 

If a current question exists in modern letters, I think, unfortunately, it’s whether such fiction is still a worthwhile project, or if we should abandon our attempts at storytelling and consume the manufactured, tropey slop of AI. But I think people are hungry for more than recycled plots, whether consciously or not. James Baldwin talked about the magic of reading, finding out that your pain and heartbreak have been felt by someone else, and I think that will always be more important than pure entertainment devoid of symbolic or overt meaning. 

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
I don’t think the (capital W) Writer has a role in larger (capital C) Culture anymore, at least in the U.S., but writers have a role in smaller contexts: their city or region, their cohort of fellow artists, and in creating something meaningful for the readers that find them. 

I’m not saying there aren’t still writers who have access to the national stage in the U.S., but to what end? To sell books? Toni Morrison is the last writer I remember who had a national spotlight and not only spoke about her writing and process, but about power and race in America. Who was a formidable public thinker, in addition to being a writer of literature. But the stage has changed, the audiences are more fragmented, and the writers who get access to that kind national coverage are more sycophantic to power, frankly. We are living through an era of artistic conformity and social cowardice. 

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
It depends on the editor. Some editors make you wonder if human communication is even possible. Other editors, editors who understand your project, can make your work shine. Alan Good at Malarkey Books and Guillermo Stitch at Exacting Clam/Sagging Meniscus are two of the best editors I’ve ever worked with. 

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
I took a class with Richard Howard, the poet, many years ago, and he was old and tired, and on the days that he wasn’t up to lecturing he would read to the class, sometimes the very same reading that we had done during the week. At the time I was young and full of hubris and I was disappointed on those days, mainly because I enjoyed his lectures so much, but before he would read to us, he used to say, “You have to learn to how to read,” and I would think: I know how to read. But I was wrong. All these years later, I hear his voice sometimes, when I’m reading my own work aloud, and I understand what he meant: you have to learn how to hear the music and the possibilities in language, all the accidental meaning in a phrase, the way a sentence or paragraph can become a room. You have to learn how to read. 

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (the short story to essays to poetry to the novel)? What do you see as the appeal?
It has been hard for me to return to poetry. Fifteen years ago, I had this spurt where I was going to the Brooklyn Library and writing poetry all the time, but since then I have become rather obsessed with fiction, with finding fiction that interests me and avoiding fiction that sucks the marrow from life and trying to write the kind that is interesting. I’ll pull out some of the old poetry sometimes, try to write something new, but I haven’t been able to re-enter that voice. Maybe I will someday. Life is long. 

Short fiction I have managed to create in the meantime, and I have learned that it can be fun to write and read, although I admit short stories still feel like a sandwich to me. Quick. 

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

On a typical day, M-F, I’m getting up, getting dressed, and going to work. Then in the evening, I usually come home and take a shower and put on comfy clothes and read or watch something.  Writing usually happens on the weekend, or when I’m deep in a project, on a designated night of the week. At different times in my life, I’ve done the early wakeup, but I already get up for work at 5:30am these days, so that’s just not tenable. I need my sleep. 

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Lately I’ve been returning to Alexis Wright’s Praiseworthy—it rewired my brain, retaught me what fiction can do. Édouard Glissant’s Mahogany blew my mind—I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write something as formally complicated, but I aspire to. I hope to try. When I am working on a particular project, I always have a stack of 10-12 books that I dip in and out of. Right now that includes Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote, Absalom, Absalom by Faulkner, Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor – can you tell I’m working on a Southern novel? 

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Petrichor. 

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
Modernist painting, gothic architecture (specifically cathedrals), certain contemporary and classical music, cooking (like watching Chef’s Table), photography as a means of creating beauty from ordinary environments. 

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Christopher Isherwood, Clarice Lispector, Dodie Bellamy, Spalding Gray, James Salter, Gayl Jones, Jean Genet, Horacio Castellanos Moya, Fernando Pessoa, Denis Johnson, Michael Ondaatje, Anna Kavan, Virginia Woolf, Thomas Bernhard, Camille Roy, Paul Preciado

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I would like to visit Edinburgh, Scotland someday. And write another book that I’m proud of. 

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

I have had many occupations while being a writer. I still have another job. I imagine I always will. For me it has never been an option to wonder what else I would do. 

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I have often wondered, on nights and weekends when I am tired and could be doing something else, why I haven’t stopped. I am also a photographer, and have spent a time painting, although I don’t know if my paintings are particularly interesting. But I haven’t stopped writing and I don’t think I will. It is a practice. When I write, even when I’m frustrated, I feel at my most human. 

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

The last great book I read was Aside from My Heart, All is Well by Héctor Abad

The last great film I saw was The Night of the Hunter. I don’t know why it took me so long to see it. 

20 - What are you currently working on?
A  novel, set in my home state of Georgia. It’s a beast. 

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Sunday, April 12, 2026

Kaie Kellough, Interposition

 

beuz i can’t think

in this star-powered new conclusion

this streaming autobiographical noise

in which the protagonist

dissociates & enters

forever as a brand

 

                        & the universe rewards

w/ subscriptions & emojis

 

            i can’t think

until a re-

shaped jawline

emancipates my can-do

& i transform into the wolf

of self-motivation (“to be”)

The latest poetry title from Montreal-based “poet, fiction writer, and sound performer” Kaie Kellough is Interposition (Toronto ON: McClelland and Stewart, 2026), a book that follows his Griffin Poetry Prize-winning Magnetic Equator (McClelland and Stewart, 2019) [see my review of such here]. Composed as a book-length suite in three extended, expansive, accumulative sections—“to be,” “between” and “betweens”—Kellough blends performance swirls and punctuated language to immediately establish the book’s intentions. “these words declare // who i is,” he writes, near the opening of the first section, “across all platforms [.]” There is a way Kellough’s lyric opens into critical explorations across conversational and visual space, comparable to such as the ongoing works of American poets Jessica Smith and Melissa Eleftherion, M. NourbeSe Philip’s classic Zong (Toronto ON: The Mercury Press, 2008; Invisible Publishing, 2023) [a book I reviewed for The Antigonish Review when it was first appeared, see such reprinted here] or even New York poet Christian Schlegel’s more recent The Blackbird (Brooklyn NY: Beautiful Days Press, 2025) [see my review of such here]. There is something big and stretched in the way Kellough pulls at the lyric, a clear performance element articulating the self amid the climate crisis, data mining and culture wars, and where any individual sense of being, purpose and even reason might sit amid the chaos of all that noise, far too often presented with equal or disproportional weight.

x          never wanted but it happened in spite

of a void of am-                       bition x was raised

by arrivants to over-

come                imperium of doubt                   & do not

 

fixed caste                                heredity alterity &

non-consensual

collective consciousness           & others’ expectations

invaded x & the (“to be”)

 

Working an enormous amount of loose threads, Kellough’s book-length expanse examines and critques anxiety, achievement, culture and chaos, attempting to navigate through the bombardment and into clarity, utilizing the space of the lyric not as an end unto itself—whether witness or document—but a means through and to it.

 

(now i understand that in my poems, this                diegetic contrivance

 

                                                        when the speaker of the poem

 

                        oscillates btwn music               & matter

 

this freedom suite

 

                                    africa brass

 

this contrivance returns like a chorus –