Feminist theory, Madonna lyrics, early sexual encounters, visits to Emily Dickinson’s grave, flashes of snow and glitter are intercut by riddles with missing punch lines that hover in the page’s white space like ghosts. [read the rest]
Disappearing Address is out. It is available at Amazon.com
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Cover Art: Kim Ambriz
Introduction: Kevin Killian
As darkly luxurious and ferociously driven as either Jenks or Muench is singly, this hydra-headed address is passion squared, an uncanny vesper "scribbled to the abyss” intoned in a duet so tuned as to create a third even more intense, even more longing, even smarter, even sadder, even scarier voice. Though the Gothic cast — Morrissey, Michael Myers, a vampire, a deer on the North Dakota highway that appears like a recurring nightmare “jut-rotted…luring us to the wilderness,” — is glared at with fierce knowing (parlor games put the fun back in funeral here), the attention is sharp, without camp, and soul-piercing.
“Dear Leatherface,” “Dear Danger,” “Dear Film Noir,” “Dear Chanteuse of the Abattoir for Young Girls” — if you loved Simone Muench’s Orange Crush as much as I did, you’ll recognize in these titles from Dis...
We're hard at work on Jennifer Tamayo's Gatewood Prize-winning first book and could not be more excited about the project!!
Last month, Jennifer's response to Marcella Durand's book Traffic & Weatherwas featured on Futurepoem's blog Futurepost, which presents responses and commentary about Futurepoem books by noted members of the literary community. Read Jennifer's response here!
Among our fave responses to Kathleen's teen-zine-style interview at We Who Are About To Die:
If I had to spend $10 at my favorite fast food joint, I’d order: All the employees to lie on the floor while I cleaned out the register.
If you could interview any celeb whom would it be and why? Gwyneth Paltrow because she once said“I’m really fucking good at my job, and people who are interesting and good know that,” and I’d want to get her to say more stuff like that.
If you could be granted 3 wishes, they’d be: First—duh!—I’d wish for infinite wishes. Then: look out!
LA or New York: Chicago
Order Kathleen's book, Oneiromance (an epithalamion) from Switchback (or SPD, or Powell's, or wherever ya like) today!