Saturday, August 22, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Hollis Kurman

Hollis Kurman's poems have appeared in Amsterdam Quarterly, Atlanta Review (International Poetry Competition finalist), Barrow Street (Pushcart nominee), Intima: A Journal of Narrative Medicine, Lilith, Ocean State Review, Phoebe, Rattle, and elsewhere. Kurman was born in New York City and educated at the University of Pennsylvania (BA) and the Georgetown School of Foreign Service (MSFS). She is Chairperson of the Ivy Circle and Acting Chair of the Fulbright Commission NL Board. She also serves on the Human Rights Watch Global Advisory Council for Women’s Rights, served on the Board of Trustees of Save the Children Netherlands, and moderates literary and academic events.

Kurman is also the author of two internationally acclaimed children's books, Counting Kindness: Ten Ways to Welcome Refugee Children (2021), endorsed by Amnesty International, and Counting in Green: 10 Little Ways to Help Our Big Planet (2023), selected as Book of the Month by the Children’s Environmental Health Network. She also writes book reviews, personal essays, and guest blogs and is working on a concussion memoir. She lives with her husband in Amsterdam and can be found online at holliskurman.com.

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

There was a big difference between publishing my first book, a children’s book, and my first poetry book. I published my first story in a NY area newspaper when I was in 2nd grade but waited decades before trying again.

Fast forward to publishing my first book, Counting Kindness: Ten Ways to Welcome Refugee Children (Charlesbridge) internationally in spring 2020. Just as Covid was disrupting book shipments and closing bookstores, schools, and libraries! But in getting this story out in the world, I experienced firsthand how our words can touch so many people. And what an enormous responsibility that was. All the international attention after such a long slog to publication probably spoiled me, too. Reality check: it’s not always like that!

When I published my first poetry book, Unlikely Skylight’(Barrow Street Books) five years later, I had already published a second children’s book (Counting in Green). But this… was a Poetry Book. Finally. I had been writing poetry most of my life, publishing poems on and off in literary journals, but never committed myself to finalizing a book until the Barrow Street Editorial Board proposed publishing my work.   

With my first books now published, I dare to call myself an author and poet instead of someone who ‘also writes’. There’s no turning back.

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

 I have been reading, writing, and loving poetry since I was a child. My mother read lots of poetry to us when we were young. Even before I understood poetry (if we ever really do), I loved the sound and bounce of it, the compactness and puzzle of it. In a recent talk I gave on The Power of Poetry to the Amsterdam Rotary, I shared the e.e.cummings poem ‘anyone lived in a pretty how town’. Even though English was not their native language, they felt it. I could see it on their faces. This poem had played a part in my love for poetry. The rebelliousness of it, beginning with the poet’s refusal to capitalize anything. The rhythms. The twisting or reinventing of words and grammar rules. It was an invitation to play with language that I took to heart and never let go. One of the biggest compliments I got during my launch readings for ‘Unlikely Skylight’ was when a young actor said, ‘You make me want to play with language.’ What a gift.

I also really love the challenge of short formats. Both poetry and children’s books do so much with so little, each word doing triple duty and having to earn its precious real estate in a piece. I also love that both genres are meant to be read aloud, so they should feel good in the mouth and sound good to the ear.

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?

All of the above!

Some poems come to me in the middle of the night and make me sit up in bed to grab a pad and pen. Then I’ll pick it up again in the morning, excited to get to writing, structuring, and editing whatever had knocked on the door of my unconscious. I’ve had amazing results with these but also duds and dead ends, of course.

Some poems, especially metaphorical or allegorical ones, reveal themselves to me while I’m doing something else. My political poem ‘Omelet Nation’, from Unlikely Skylight, was like that. I was making an omelet, zoning out with the spatula and egg mixture heating in the pan, when I suddenly saw it. The current state of the United States, bubbling and hissing right in front of me.

Other poems start with an idea or issue I’ve been obsessing about. These can take me weeks, months, or years to write. The ideas loom large and put quiet pressure on me to do them justice. The bigness of it all forces me to go deeper, pick an angle, and get much more specific. That’s when good work gets done.

Most of my poems, though, start with notes and scribbles. I take constant notes and am never without a notebook. This is also a great way never to face a blank page. I’ll often start with a handwritten ‘écriture automatique’, or automatic writing, a technique I learned studying surrealists as a student in Paris. Structuring and shaping come later.

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?

A poem can be triggered by anything that finds its way into my heart or my peripheral vision. An injustice. A news article. A random comment by a taxi driver (two of my poems started this way). A tiny observation in nature or in the street. A painful memory or experience – whether it be mine or someone else’s. And because I’m already doing the thinking and looking, these observations have a place to land and can be turned into something interesting. This is what Arthur Koestler calls ‘thinking aside’ and bisociation in his brilliant book, The Act of Creation.

For poetry, I write pieces separately and then later gather them into a collection. Though I do tend to work implicitly in thematic sections and series, such as migration, trauma and healing, or rites of passage.

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

Yes! I love it all: readings, open mics, interviews from both ends of the mic, podcasts…
Bring it on. Small or large audiences, live or virtual, in different languages.  

I enjoy performing and fielding questions – but I also love being in the audience or moderating readings and events. I recently had the privilege of interviewing US Poet Laureate Ada Limón in Amsterdam for over 200 people, and then, weeks later, listening to NY Poet Laureate Patricia Spears Jones read at Artists’ Space in downtown NYC as part of the Segue series. Lucky me.

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?

Everything I care about deeply ends up in my writing one way or the other. Probably most writers would say that. In my case, though, I studied international affairs and human rights as an undergraduate at Penn and then for my MSFS at the Georgetown School of Foreign Service. This education, coupled with my family background and professional involvements, taught me to study the world deeply. And it’s all there in my writing, whether my poetry, children’s books, or other pieces: Immigration and refugees; conflict and climate; political polarization and identity. I also explore how we heal from trauma; manage life stages; and keep moving toward the light.

That last point feels urgent now. An image keeps coming back to me from when our children were little, taking swimming lessons in Amsterdam (where I live and where they grew up). The Netherlands is a country of water – and 60% of us live below sea level. So, swimming lessons are serious! Early on, our kids learned a valuable lesson in the water: ‘if you fall into deep, dark water…look for the light. Swim towards the light.’ Yes! In the water, in life – and in my writing.

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?

Until recently, I might have distinguished between the role and the responsibility of a writer. The role of a writer, or any artist, is inherently an act of value, defiance, and humanity. Great writing can clear the fog or bring us to tears. In the words of British artist Peter Kennard, art can ‘show a human spirit that hasn’t been bashed down.’ I might have said that a writer could choose to write for the joy or necessity of writing, to make sense of the past, to give voice to longings. But that it wasn’t necessarily the responsibility of the writer to change the world.

I wonder if writers still have that luxury. Each of us, in some small way, can get people to pay attention. Slow down and notice. Connect the dots. Squirm. Dare to imagine something different and perhaps, as a result, demand or even build something different. In an opinion piece from The Financial Times in April 2025, Margaret Heffernan wrote that history teaches us, ‘if you want to identify when change starts, the best place to look for it is in art.’ Writers talk about creating mirrors (where readers can see themselves) or windows (where readers get a glimpse of another culture or viewpoint, hence the writer’s role in fostering empathy). But we are also uniquely positioned to create doors: a way through if not always an immediate way out.

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

Always valuable, often essential, and occasionally a joy. I’m grateful to editors who can help unlock some magic trapped in my work to bring it to a higher level. This has happened many times – especially with Peter Covino, a brilliant poet as well as editor, in editing Unlikely Skylight for Barrow Street Books. The back-and-forth with a demanding editor is exhilarating. I even heard one editor say great editing together was like great sex… No comment!

Working with editors, even the best of them, can also be maddening. As poets and writers, we pick our battles, but the wince of reluctant compromises never fades. I find this to be especially true in poetry and children’s book texts, not only since each word plays an outsized role in the piece, but also because we read them aloud – over and over. And so I hear the compromise over and over, as if stubbing my toe repeatedly on a stone I neglected to move.

Editing is hard. Great editing is gold. I do a lot of editing for other writers, myself, and I know how tough it is not to fall into the trap of rewriting the writer’s work or coasting along with line edits.

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

One valuable piece of advice from my student days was a passage I read in an essay by German novelist Thomas Mann. He said if he ever gets stuck with his writing, he can get going again if he manages to ‘write one true thing.’ It almost doesn’t matter what it is. I have found this technique helpful for all kinds of writing through the years. Start with a true thing, keep writing, and come back to revise or replace it later. And yet sometimes that one true thing turns out to be perfect.

I also recently discovered the ‘guiding mantra’, now much publicized, of writer Suleika Jaouad. She says, ‘If you want to write a good book, write what you don’t want others to know about you. But if you want to write a great book, write what you don’t want to know about yourself.’ This gut punch is already serving me well.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to children's picture books)? What do you see as the appeal?

Writing-wise, and personality-wise, it suits me perfectly. But there are upsides and downsides.

What I appreciate most about writing across genres is: it strengthens my different ‘writer’s muscle groups’; helps me cross-fertilize in terms of both craft and community; and never lets me get bored. Most importantly, being a poet helps all my writing. The economy, beauty, sound and rhythms of poetry can elevate any kind of writing.

On the other hand, writing across genres risks diluting my ‘writer’s brand’ and makes me harder to position. Also, there are surely writers, poets, and editors out there who don’t get how a serious poet can also be a children’s book writer. Or how much poetry and children’s books have in common. Or how difficult it is to write good children’s literature, since it looks so easy.

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?

I wish I had a writing routine, but I don’t! Especially because I have other professional roles and travel quite a lot. It’s still a challenge every day to carve out the time and head space to get into the writing zone and stay there. I’m best and most efficient when working and writing against deadlines. Whenever possible, though, I start my day with a great breakfast, an oversized cup of green tea, and physical movement – whether it’s pilates, dance, tai chi, or my own workout. Then, with my brain crackling, I get down to work and try to avoid the sinkhole of my phone.

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

As I mentioned, the best way for me to get unstuck is to rummage around in my notes. They’re my Mary Poppins bag. It also helps just to get moving, pick up a cat, or go outside for a walk. For me, a walk in nature or city streets can do the trick equally, especially if I will myself into micro-observation, multisensory mode. And, if all else fails, or when I think I’ve forgotten how to write and may never write again, there’s the Thomas Mann technique I mentioned – getting started by writing ‘one true thing.’

You didn’t ask, but the worst thing I can do at these moments is check my phone or emails. Inspiration killers and time wasters.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

‘Home’ is a tricky concept for me since I was born in New York but have lived abroad most of my adult life. So I’ll pick my long-time home, Amsterdam, with its unexpected scent of chocolate. Not because the Dutch make great chocolate, which they do, but because the wind occasionally carries a hint of cacao from a chocolate factory somewhere outside the city. Subtle and usually off-hours, it reaches us all the way to the canals. The mystery of this smell haunted me for years, so I finally wrote a poem about it, ‘Cacao’, which appears in my book Unlikely Skylight.

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?

Even though I’m a city girl, nature and urban landscapes probably influence my work in equal and significant measures. Flora and fauna, forests and seascapes are inexhaustible sources of inspiration, as are city streets. So long as we keep shifting the lens. I’ve also noticed that there’s a lot of science, math, and mythology woven through my poems. Music and paintings a bit, too, and especially dance. I’ve been dancing (and choreographing) for many years and just finished a new poem called ‘Life Lessons from my Dance Teachers’.

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

My bible is Arthur Koestler’s The Act of Creation. He analyzes the act of creation from three perspectives – humor, discovery, and art – and delves deep into the power of blending seemingly unrelated things to create something new. It’s riveting and profound. I also love writers who write non-poetry poetically, like Cormac McCarthy, Claire Keegan, Annie Dillard, and Samantha Harvey. I love poets who make their own rules, like Sharon Olds and Terrance Hayes. And poets I wish would write more poetry, like Katha Pollitt.  

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

Finish and publish my concussion memoir so I can help others heal. Translate my poetry into other languages – at least into French and Dutch.

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?

Ha! I’ve already had several overlapping careers – as a management consultant, Board member, rights advocate, and speaker/moderator – in addition to being a writer. But I was initially en route to working in foreign policy and diplomacy following grad school, and I occasionally wonder what good I might have been able to do in the world had I pursued it.

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

I tried for many years to keep it on the back burner, but it boiled over.

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

I have read some brilliant books recently, such as Ada Limón’s Startlement and Kaveh Akbar’s Martyr. And I finally, finally had the chance to read Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Her sentences made me want to reread them, read them again aloud just to feel them in my mouth, then run outside and look at the world anew, full of wonder at all its tiny moving parts.

I’ve not recently been blown away by films that reach the level of Super Bad, Almost Famous, Beasts of the Southern Wild, or Parasite. But I’ve enjoyed and admired several newer films, such as Past Lives, Anora, The Holdovers, and Frankenstein, and I’m keen to see more.

20 - What are you currently working on?

More poetry, always, and more children’s stories, always. I’ve been writing more poetry with a second book in mind, with some pieces I’m very excited about. I’m also currently working with my publisher and illustrator on the next book(s) in my counting book series. Importantly for me, I’m finally wading back into writing my concussion memoir, an excerpt of which will be published this month in the Amsterdam Quarterly. The excerpt is titled ‘A Summer to Recover’.

12 or 20 (second series) questions; 

Friday, August 21, 2026

Melissa Eleftherion, Suture

 

suture #201

a royal

mouth

 

a                      redemption
swan 

 

I
corrupt
the
soft
light

The latest full-length collection by Ukiah, California poet, librarian and visual artist Melissa Eleftherion [see her ’12 or 20 questions’ interview here], following a whole mound of chapbooks, as well as the full-length titles field guide to autobiography (The Operating System, 2018) and Gutter Rainbows (Querencia Press, 2024)—with a further, Malocchia (White Stag, 2026), forthcoming later this year—is Suture (San Diego CA: Cooper Dillon Books, 2026). For some time now, akin to Birmingham, Alabama poet Jessica Smith, Eleftherion has been utilizing erasure as a formal means through reclamation and recombination, and Suture [which I should point out includes work from two of Eleftherion’s above/ground press chapbooks] articulates across a sequence of ‘healing points’ (as it were) via source texts including the late V.C. Andrews’ (1923-1986) classic novel Flowers in the Attic (1979). This is a novel, as Eleftherion writes as part of her “Essay on the Text” at the back of the collection, “[…] I (oddly) read and reread as a youth. The book was a beloved (yet deeply problematic) novel passed from friend to friend in hushed voices. Its premise unfolds the incestuous Dollanganger family saga, with the central story revolving around an uncle and niece who marry & have four children. When the uncle (father) suddenly dies in a car crash, the mother is left bankrupt & returns to her wealthy parent’s estate to get back in their good graces. The one caveat is that she must conceal evidence of her past marriage (her children) from the patriarch in order to earn back his trust & her inheritance.” Referencing how Andrews’ novels “provided some solace, and helped to validate my suspicions about those family members my gut told me to mistrust,” she continues:

            These erasure poems are from a series I’ve been working on about trauma. Erasure can be a useful form for processing trauma because it can help the writer externalize events that come up, while also building towards a catharsis. They can help one extirpate & shine a light in the dark.

Working through Andrews’ Flowers in the Attic as well as her novel My Sweet Audrina (1982), Eleftherion’s erasure poems read short, dense, clipped and precise. “I / applied / marriage / to / welts,” she writes, as part of “suture #28,” later writing: “asking / permission.” The poems write exacting moments of trauma and silence and refusing both, allowing a light to shine through the text in a way that nothing else may remain hidden. She employs erasure through a problematic and highly popular text to compose something exact, and spare—almost meditative—and yet, emblematic of the exact nature of the suture, working a stitch across a wound to form a scar. “Sunday           was / tired / faces,” she writes, as “suture #12,” “underneath / this          princess / dress / and / panic [.]”

suture #167

We call
to the wind
to love us
clea n

 

Thursday, August 20, 2026

the banff notebook : , eleven days in may

In case you hadn't caught, I've been posting a series of missives from my time in Banff back in May over at my substack [I know I posted a little tiny at-the-time report on my Banff adventuring, but this is far more substantive], writing on days spent writing and reading, but also hanging out with such as J.R. Carpenter, ryan fitzpatrick, Fred Wah, Daphne Marlatt, Hiromi Goto, Jordan Abel, Adele Barclay, Sharanpal Ruprai, Conor Kerr, Derek Beaulieu, Joshua Whitehead and plenty of others, as I attempted to both be present within that space and group, and push the ends of a novel-in-progress. More posts in the sequence still to come, but catch the posts-so-far: part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six and part seven. I also have a new short story posting at the substack later this week, and some cool essays forthcoming. Stay tuned!

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Ryan Skrabalak

Ryan Skrabalak lives in “Kingston, NY,” where he is an instructor, printer, and radio DJ. He runs and edits Spiral Editions, a small poetry press and occasional tape label. Goes on now except), published by Beautiful Days Press this year, is his latest book.
 
1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

Of my first three chapbooks, only one wasn't self published. I was (and I guess still am) mostly writing for friends. To get my writing into a wider circulation--past people I knew--was thrilling, but also a bit terrifying. I'd been writing for a while, so my first book was helpful in making me feel like I was a part of "something." I knew that the "something" was complicated and largely fraught, but it still felt good. speCt!, the folks who put my first book out, had like, really good taste. I was honored. This most recent work, Goes on now except), is rather different in form and structure to lots of my work. I do think much of my work occupies a similar tone, though. This book and the last feel related in that way, despite the disparate looking pages.

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

My mom bought me a copy of Langston Hughes' The Dream Keeper--the edition illustrated by Brian Pinkney--shortly before my first day of school in 3rd grade. At one point I had most of those poems memorized. No longer. I was fascinated with the Beats in high school, mainly Burroughs, Welch, Ginsberg, and Kerouac. Those last fellas are few tough heroes to have, I guess, but who doesn't have those? College was the big sort of aha moment: Lorca, Mayer, Whitman, Dickinson, Baraka, Notley, O'Hara, etc. etc. I did my undergrad at Brooklyn College, so I was reading New Yorkers alongside New Yorkers. It became my world for a long time. I wrote poems with friends in them for friends and with those same friends--we had a big, rollicking, cinematic writing collective. In a lot of ways, I wrote poems so that I could have friends, too.
 
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?

This latest book took me about three and a half months to write. It's the shortest bit of complete writing that I've ever (and probably will ever) accomplish. I was in and out of hospitals and rehab centers after my dad had fallen very ill. I'd basically alternate between rehab room / waiting room / car / Stewart's (for those who don't know, a regional convenience store franchise that sells ice cream, usually with bright orange booths for the newspaper-and-coffee set). The writing quite literally fell out of me. I just had to make sure I was able to catch all of it as it fell out. That type of writing feels blessed. It doesn't happen too often. 

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 write every day, usually in the morning. In college I was introduced to the poetry of kari edwards, who I read fervently and obsessively, and who I think is one of our most massively underread late poets. I can't remember the exact sequence and durations, but Rob Halpern notes, in his introduction to edwards' succubus in my pocket, that she would wake, meditate for x hours, read philosophy for an hour, fiction for an hour, and poetry for an hour, constantly writing across these various texts, then finally eat breakfast, go back to reading, etc. I am not nearly as regimented or as robust in my mornings, but I drew a lot of inspiration from hir dedication to encounter and thought. Always reading. Always writing. 

For the most part, I am writing into a question or a feeling, or around a question or a feeling. I do a lot of circling and sizing up. Collage work, mosaic work, lots of tinkering in the first half of my process. I do a lot of work up front. Once the book is together, it's mostly there. I will send it to a few friends to get a sense of sequencing and big picture work. 

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


I love a reading. I do a lot of them because I need the constant reminder that poetry is social, writing is social. The reminder is in the act. I'd be willing to bet that many of us could use that reminder: poetry doesn't belong to anyone. It sure as hell doesn't belong to big presses, various awards of varying prestige, or poets in guarded and well-funded institutions. It doesn't belong to coastal metropolitan interiority, nor straight cisgendered poets using a crystal goblet as a hinge in their lyrical epiphany, nor wealthy white poets writing odes in celebrations of elected government officials. Everyday we are further immiserated and atomized, and this idea that poetry is for some, or that poetry is successful when it "communicates something," or that the final form of the poem is in a perfect bound book, is completely ludicrous. The final form of the poem is in the air. I think bad poetry--or, to be, er, democratic, poetry I am not fond of--does a compelling job of presenting to us and selling us a world of ineffectual bourgeois interiority. And we must refuse that world, that notion. I love a reading with less than five people in the audience--I love reading to that audience as much as I love being in the chair, receiving. 
 
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 think my concerns echo with a lot of contemporary writers. Or, maybe, they echo amongst the writers I care about, or the ones that am intrigued by, or feel in convo with? The lyric "problem" comes to mind...or, the faults, failures, and road-tested merits of the lyric. Surely there are many, many folks who have more lucid, more cohesive, and more organized thoughts on this than I. The lyric imagination, say, and how it acts as a compliment and a foil to collective imagination, collective thought. I’m not that interested in the “lyric I” because I’m not really interested in the world that constructs it or that concretizes it. But I do think of how useful the lyric is in siphoning off, compartmentalizing, taxonomizing, etc. aspects of our lives, and how it is able to make our thinking and our criticism more acute, more refined. I think it was Kunitz who said something regarding the lyric like "the voice of the solitary who makes others less alone." I don't put a lot of credence in that, but like most things I disagree with, I am still perhaps curiously troubled by it.

What else, hmm...I think, perhaps related to that--related to the "lyric I," is the concept of "gay literature." I don't know, it feels...maybe this feels silly to even comment on...it feels a bit frozen, or jammed, as a genre or category. There's this incessant need to identify, to label. And a lot of the end result of that constant impulse to identify in conjunction with the lyric first person is this sort of intrinsic, congenital victimhood of establishing yourself as "something" (as in, "this is who I am; I am this"). I'm interested in the non-static expressions of the first person, of first-person subjectivity. I'm not that interested in a narrative that boils down to "when you're me, it looks/feels/sounds/etc. like this"...how can the form, the language, the tone, etc. take on a more embodied sense of queerness or "being gay?"  I think we could stand to be a bit more rigorous in our critiques of institutionalized categories...that includes "gay lit" and the narrative(s) that it's concerned with. 

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?

At the present moment in the United States, I think we're sort of obsessed with illiteracy. Love Island, generative AI, short-form video consumption...I don't know. At risk of sounding glib, since I know it's very complicated--my hope is that, maybe just anecdotally, I can help throw a few spike strips down to lessen the speed of our current obsession? I don't delude myself into thinking that folks are reading much poetry. Most certainly not poetry of my own hand! But I do think of poetry, like music or visual art, as an essential space for understanding and study.

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

I have pals who read work of mine closely and critically, but I don't consider their critical eye necessarily essential. As in, I just like them reading my work, uncritically. I think that maybe I have a bit of an ego in this way? I feel grateful that I have friends that can read my work with that eye. I trust 'em. I've also been blessed to work with some extremely bright and kind folks these last two books. Present, honest, quick, and curious...one can't ask for much more than that in an editor.

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

"If you're guilty of thinking, you're out." Don Van Vliet.

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?

Don't have too much of one. Wake, read, resist screen urge, take dog out, make caffeinated beverage, read, write. If the semester is in session, that setlist of sorts gets truncated quite a bit. I might listen to a book in my car on the way to campus. If I'm working the bar and have a later in-time, the above sample itinerary is usually how it goes. Plus or minus oatmeal, cigarette, additional walk, additional caffeinated beverage, etc.

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

Friends! I talk to my dog a lot. I always do those things while writing. If I am in the middle of a project and stalled, though, I try to spend a lot of time in public. If I am between projects, I am reading and listening to music. Widely cast nets. Bludgeoning myself with matter to see what shape my brain takes to fill the next vessel. Sounds more violent than it is.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

The smell of the river. Albany, NY: growing up, that river did not smell very good. It smells moderately better now. But that childhood stench comforted me. Kitchens filled with Marlboro Red smoke. Lilacs (my dad was masochistically allergic to them). Dead leaves. Also, fried fish and cabbage. That's a Slav diaspora thing.

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, lots and lots of music. My latest book with Beautiful Days came with a special edition option of a limited CD-R which contained tracks of most of the albums that I listened to obsessively as I wrote. I think a lot about musicality, the poem as a score (in the Creeley sense of the concept), improvisation, silence, and modulation as they relate to poetry. The poem as "ambient" "score." It's a huge part of my practice, however that is conceptualized...

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

You can probably--hopefully (?)--tell by reading my work.

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

Like so many other poets, I want to write a novel, ugh. Get in line, I suppose. I've always wanted to open a bar, too. And put a record out, with a rock band.

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?

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


An obsession with language, and an obsession with tinkering. I love taking things apart, but I am no good at putting them back together the way they were. Ask my motorcycle mechanic; I basically keep him employed by myself. Writing made sense in this way.

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

Hmm. For fiction, I have two: Nate Lippens' Ripcord and Sebald's Rings of Saturn. For poetry, also two: Sara Gilmore's The Green Lives and Paul Ebenkamp's Sunwatchers. Film...hmm. Foxes (1980), on the recommendation of poet and pal Ted Rees. A great coming-of-age film set in Los Angeles during the last days of disco, with an 18 year old Jodie Foster.

19 - What are you currently working on?

The poet Will Fesperman and I just finished a book that we've been writing together for about two years...we're in the sort of final tinkering stages now. I've also just finished, I think, another manuscript of work. I'll put it away for a bit and see how it ferments. Other than that, lots of work with the press that I operate, Spiral Editions. There's literally always something to work on over there....

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

Ching-In Chen, Shiny City

 

american syntax

The teacher straightback,
face me off, her eyes.
            My face in cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
sitting high my cheek.
            The word proper
arrives in hall. The order
of things, rolling
neat into pine drawers, dead-
clean. Squeezed juice of greedy
sponge.
            Her teeth not match.
One chipped. The corner lifted,
peeking a window, furtive.
            The other, pearl, round
and perfect, looming above my
Arched head. About to bite.

I’m intrigued by the way Redmond, Washington-based “genderqueer Chinese American writer, community organizer and teacher” Ching-In Chen’s latest poetry title, following a couple of chapbooks and full-length collections The Heart’s Traffic (Arktoi/Red Hen Press, 2009) and recombinant (Kelsey Street Press, 2017; winner of the 2018 Lambda Literary Award for Transgender Poetry), is Shiny City (Portland OR: Airlie Press, 2025). According to the cover blurb, Shiny City is a collection that “examines the ‘real’ and imagined history of Riverside, California’s Chinatown, juxtaposed with a speculative shiny city of the global future. Word by word, syntax by syntax, Chen projects the essential and unrecorded voices of the Chinese immigrants who picked and packed fruit in Riverdale’s citrus groves and worked as house servants in the late 1800’s through the 1930’s, as well as the travelers and inhabitants of ‘shiny city’ as they navigate its accelerated process of growth and decay.” Wonderfully expansive, Chen’s lyric assembles into a collection via collage, setting poem-against-poem, offering multiple perspectives across generations. There’s a way that Chen utilizes physical space and pacing across the page I find intriguing. The poems are expansive, composing constellations across each page through collage, setting words, pause and breath in open space, such as the poem “switchboard operateor,” that offers:

lady wants my face                                                       $53,655
                                                                                    pinned
to nudge memory at dry day end 

 

she says her long path                                            ordinances of murder
      I wont understand                     break a fail flee
 

witness strike mines   close twenty-eight

 

 

                                                                                    summons    separate set of stairs
murdered by white
                        other ladies in her twirling                               arms

 


Shiny City has shades reminiscent of Vancouver poet Wayde Compton’s 49th Parallel Psalm (Vancouver BC: Arsenal Pulp Press, 1999) or even Daphne Marlatt’s Steveston (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 1974; Vancouver BC: Ronsdale Press, 2001), attempting to articulate a geographic space through a particular group of inhabitants. Chen works through archive and memory, articulating the immediacy of a physical and cultural landscape that moves back generations. “man whose name drown in photograph,” Chen writes, to close “chinese workers at usda lab, 1904,” “all I have                   his upper body / grasping hand            beyond this America // belly tree full of dust       my father sell / vegetables grown from home [.]”