Monday, April 21, 2025

Danielle Pafunda, Along the Road Everyone Must Travel

 

I walked the road seaward for the feast. I took my gold cuffs that keep my voice down, I combed the poison out of my lashes, I lashed to my breast a plate for knitted hours so that I might not / forget the way home, my keep, I keep / my daughter there, but it isn’t / home, I sing the easy tide of doing and weaving, but it isn’t / home, I try to leave it sincere in the knowledge of its anchor, in contrast with the sand, in agreement to stay put under juniper, and juniper, and, then I / send a couple texts to boost my spirits, fuck me, love me, kmn, and then I’m so deep in the road, fellow travelers mistake me for one of its / pebbles / I’m looking for tender / for my tender friends who will recognize me in the concrete ecotone, my bravado welling as Orion’s terse face sinks behind smog, Artemis prowling elsewhere, the god of the sea sucking a shipwreck, don’t / don’t tell me it gets nicer when it’s already nicer than I’d imagined, don’t

or (“Fast by the wide and dismal gates of hell I slowmo consider my claws / frontgold base done jammed with vernal strife even the equinox uneasy for / diggers”)

I’ve been hearing about American writer Danielle Pafunda some time now, only now beginning to attend their work, although she’s some ten published books of poetry and prose deep, the latest being Along the Road Everyone Must Travel (Broomall PA: Saturnalia Books, 2025). The poems that make up this collection are propulsive, explosive, almost excessive; a rush of lyric, with each line and poem expanding almost exponentially. Her titles, even by themselves, offer a deliberate rush of text at breakneck speed, short poems in and of themselves, offering a table contents not simply as a list of titles, but a hint of what is to come: “You go back to get your holy things when your skin has greater part sun than air and stop touching your bitter friends it’s all true once married I had to go to the underworld for a really long time after which I came to live above the biotoxic soil crust but not with you or anyone” to “I turned thirty in wartime I turned forty in wartime stay you irritate my heart with distance until the present comes a sheet of pearls and moor’s breath in a dry clime and I bedeck you” to “I ducked into a sympathetic Pleiades and before I knew it neither desert nor sea stopped where the mountains started [.]” Hers is a lyric akin to prayer, writing of resistance and resilience in and around and through threads of Greek mythology, of gods and daughters and escaping from and to the underworld, offering shades of Demeter; of either/ors, clipped speech and poem-endings, which suggest a kind of ongoingness throughout the collection, akin to a long poem, set as a single, ongoing, staggered sentence.

I fish around for the salt god’s number and involve him in a bath of electrolyte tears / fuck me, I beg / fuck my life / take the bare spot on a bird’s chest and liken it to my losses easily foretold, easy in the hand, so hard to slip the scalpel to / whoever was in there, who left her familiar lashed to the bed, wasn’t me, wasn’t my daughter, I / tell my daughter don’t start crying or you’ll / never stop crying / don’t give your number out to gods, and when you go back to hades, go quiet and lone / sometimes / I’m on the road deep in the desert where sunlight breaches my breastbone, the only protection I took, I wasn’t thinking clearly when I packed my bag, I packed things I didn’t / need / don’t fit in with the salt god’s retinue of beautiful people

or (“I fall asleep waiting for a call from the tribunal waiting for the elders to get here with their sacrificial blade I fall asleep before I die I want more dreams”)

There is an absolute heft packed into the small space of this sharp and stunning collection, approaching the narrative of her lyric moment by small moment, building upon and stretching outward, each stanza set as a dot on a long horizon.

Sunday, April 20, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Estlin McPhee

Estlin McPhee is a writer and librarian who lives on the traditional territories of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh peoples. They hold an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia and are the author of the poetry chapbook Shapeshifters (Rahila’s Ghost Press, 2018). For many years, they co-organized REVERB, a queer reading series in Vancouver. In Your Nature, Estlin's debut poetry collection, is available from Brick Books.

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?

In Your Nature is my first book of poetry but it grew out of some of the concerns and interests that emerged from my chapbook Shapeshifters. Crafting a thematic consistency, a strong binding thread, has felt very different for a full-length book versus a chapbook. The chapbook and other publishing credits made me eligible to apply for a Canada Council grant, which I received in 2019 to work on In Your Nature – and that definitely changed my life.

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

I actually came to poetry last – I wrote fiction and nonfiction before I started writing poetry in a serious way but for whatever reason, I always had a sense that I wanted to publish in poetry before another genre. So I suppose now I can finally start working on something else!

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 incredibly slow, at least at this point in my life. There are poems in my book that I began writing in 2008. I’ve experienced the magic of a few poems flashing almost immediately into their final shape but most of my poetry goes through draft after draft. In some cases all that remains of the initial composition is an image, a line or two, or even just the spark of it.

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?

In Your Nature is the first poetry book I’ve ever consciously crafted so it’s hard to say what my usual is. With this project, I found that I had a certain number of poems that just felt right together and then noticed gaps and possibilities in the space around them, which prompted me to work on specific pieces for the book. But without that structure, a poem for me typically starts with some scrap I can’t get out of my head.

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

I like doing readings! They’ve become quite difficult for me since I acquired Long Covid, as I get really bad shortness of breath in all kinds of circumstances but especially when speaking for longer than about thirty seconds. I used to organize a reading series many years ago (with the wonderful Leah Horlick) so I find that kind of creative, community space rewarding and love connecting with people in that environment. But I have to be very judicious about when and what kinds of readings I can do (or even attend) now.

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’m interested in the same big questions I’ve always been interested in, which are all variations on what makes a life meaningful – how do we situate ourselves inside (or outside) of time, how do we live while also in relationship with death, how do we connect to a larger sense of spirit or story? With In Your Nature, I was also thinking through the question of the self and how the self retains or alters its essence in periods of transformation. That sounds very lofty for a book about transmasculinity, werewolves, witches, and Christianity (etc.). I am also interested in fun stuff.

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 know that there’s one, single role for the writer in our larger culture, but perhaps many: to witness, to critique, to inform, to inspire, to incite, to entertain… Writing and thus writers can be many different things. I love the medium of writing for how it can act as an asynchronous yet deeply connective experience – I live in disabled time now and have to spend a lot of time alone. Sometimes, though not always, during that time I’m fortunately able to read or listen to an audiobook. So much of the world is open to me through reading and writing.

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

Absolutely essential! I was fortunate to work with River Halen on my book and I’m immeasurably grateful for River’s guidance. It’s also just so nice to talk about the tiny things in your work – should I use this word or that one? Should I cut the line here or there? – with someone else who’s invested in those things. I think the only difficulty, with a good editor, is in being seen both in where you’re succeeding and where you’re falling short, and that’s ultimately a privilege and a benefit to the work, but it is very vulnerable.

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

I remember my high school writing teacher Silvia sharing some advice on poetry that I still use all the time. It was essentially about looking for the door (which I remember now as being red, but I may have added that visual detail myself) in a poem – finding the line or image that acts like a portal, going through that door, and then letting the actual poem emerge from there, while also letting whatever scaffolding was holding up that door fall away. I think most writers know that feeling intuitively – the place where a poem is beckoning. But I know for myself I cling to the initial scaffolding of how a piece started, so I have to consciously look for those doors in what I’m working on and allow them to open and – maybe the greater challenge – allow the rest to fall away. Silvia also shared the idea of keeping a document of all the amazing lines that get trimmed as part of this process, which makes cutting those lines a little easier. She always credited the writers whose advice she was sharing but I can’t remember any of the original sources now. But those are two pieces that have become a major part of my practice.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to non-fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?

I often write about the same things in different genres (or perhaps forms), so the appeal for me is in having a different angle from which to explore the same subject. I think prose nonfiction also can hold factual information a bit more easily than poetry so I like that form for certain topics.

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 don’t have much of a routine for writing poetry but I’ve always tended to write more in the evenings and can vanish into a vortex when I’m writing and then emerge with the realization that I’ve missed my bedtime and I’m going to be in trouble for the next day. Maybe that’s my writing routine – messing up my other routines. I usually listen to some kind of basic pop music on repeat; if I actually want to listen to the music then I stop writing to listen, but I like having the background sound. That said, I’m still trying to figure out what works best for me with the brain I have now, as too much sensory stimulation can trigger really bad symptoms for me. I do have pretty good structure around reading still, and generally read some nonfiction with breakfast, which seems like a good way to start my day.

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

I’ve been writing long enough that I trust the ebbs and flows and I don’t worry about the stalls so much anymore. Writing always returns to me, or I to it, perhaps. 

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Warm cedar trees, wet soil, blackberry pie, lilacs. The smell of granola baking – my mother made granola when I was growing up and I’ve used a variation of her recipe my whole adult life so home has always had a honeyed oats smell to me.

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?

Definitely nature, music, history, theology, spirituality… Everything that I take an interest in influences my work. There’s a lot of (old) pop culture in my book. I like poetry as a way to be in conversation with the world both inside and around me.

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

So many! I’m very lucky to be friends and colleagues with many generous, interesting, and talented writers. The writers that I’ve spent the most literary time with lately are James Baldwin and Siegfried Sassoon, neither of whom are friends or colleagues except in my mind.

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

Every year (for the past twenty years…) I make a resolution to learn to drive… But I think I haven’t done that yet because I don’t actually want to, though I do need to learn. The main thing I would like to do with my life is to help sustain the living world for future generations so perhaps failing to learn to drive is part of that initiative.

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 work as a librarian in a public library, which is a great fit for me, though it took me a long time to figure out what I could do to pay my bills in a somewhat sustainable way. It’s been a huge relief to take the financial pressure off of my writing.

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

Aptitude and encouragement – I always knew I needed to create and to make art; I was very into visual arts, music, and drama as a kid, but writing is the medium for which I think I have the most intuitive talent and – therefore, perhaps – I received the most encouragement for it, which made me want to continue, to develop my craft, etc. Encouragement can go a long way.

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

Poetry: Consider the Rooster by Oliver Baez Bendorf and I Don’t Want to Be Understood by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza. Fiction: I’m still totally stuck on Bellies by Nicola Dinan, Martyr! by Kaveh Akbar, and The World and All That It Holds by Aleksandar Hemon, all of which I read last year. Nonfiction: Histories of the Transgender Child by Jules Gill-Peterson. Memoir: Something, Not Nothing by Sarah Leavitt. There are lots more I could talk about. I love reading. Film: I watched the documentary No Ordinary Man recently and it was profoundly moving and really interesting. I’m also not over the impact All of Us Strangers had on me and will probably watch it for a third time soon.

20 - What are you currently working on?

Nothing at the moment, to be honest. Now that I have to manage chronic illness, and particularly an energy-limiting condition, I’m always over capacity in my life and desperately trying to find places and activities I can cut back. Between work, childcare responsibilities, managing my illness, and having this book emerge into the world, I have neither the time nor the creative ability to envision something new. But I feel confident that will change with time and I’m really looking forward to returning to the quiet, private realm of writing. I wonder what’s waiting for me there.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Saturday, April 19, 2025

Gloria Frym, Lies & More Lies

 

Reality

We’re not at the beginning of the beginning. Or at the middle of the beginning. We’re not at the end of the beginning. We’re at the beginning of the middle. It will take some time to reach the middle of the middle. Speaking truth to constituents, we don’t know when we’ll be at the end of the middle. It will take more time to get to the beginning of the end, perhaps forever. We may not be around for it, I mean, when we reach the middle and the end of the end. So finally, it’s a good thing, we believe, to attach people to the new reality.

Self-described as a “wildly honest and forceful collection of prose poems, satires, and short fictions,” Berkeley, California-based poet, fiction writer and essayist Gloria Frym’s latest is Lies & More Lies (Kenmore NY: BlazeVOX [books], 2025), an assemblage of short pieces that form a considerable collection of sharp fictions. Who was it that offered of artists, that we fight laziness and lies in our search for the truth? I hadn’t heard of Frym or her work prior to this collection, but she’s the author of an armload of titles of poetry and prose, including Back to Forth (The Figures, 1982), By Ear (Sun and Moon Press, 1991), How I Learned (Coffee House Press, 1992), Distance No Object (City Lights Books, 1999), The True Patriot (Spuyten Duyvil, 2015) and How Proust Ruined My Life & Other Essays (BlazeVOX, 2020), as well as a book of interviews with women artists, Second Stories (Chronicle Books, 1979).

Across the thirty-five pieces that make up Lies & More Lies, Frym pushes at the boundaries of prose in intriguing ways, offering narratives that stretch and pull at the elastic of the sentence. “Because I made one,” she writes, to open the story “Hunger,” “I wanted to make another. Then there were two, and I wanted a third. My greed grew daily because there were none for such a long a time. I really desired dozens, not content with what was. I knew I was playing with a sharp instrument by wanting a bunch, but Mother always said my eyes were bigger than my stomach.” Frym’s pieces seem very comfortable in that between-space neither short story nor prose poem nor essay but blending all of the above, writing straightforward sentences that bend at the waist, and accumulate into something far beyond. “There’s no need for lips anymore. There’s no need for lipstick,” she writes, to open “Need During the Pandemic,” “wear the same jeans for work, no place for Socratic method on Zoom, no new shoes, no need except for this to be over and out. A day is a one-way street.”