By Queen Mob

Poetry Review: Four Books by Sarah Mangold

/ Greg Bem / Reviews
Re: The Goddess Can be Recognized by her Step; Electrical Theories of Femininity; A Copyist, an Astronomer, and a Calendar Expert; and Giraffes of Devotion

Queen Mob’s Tea Party

Love’s Labour’s Stain

/ Dennis Milam Bensie / Letters & Essays
Who could forget the ninety-minute modern dress Julius Caesar? --which turned out to be ninety minutes of screaming.

“The silence … is our most unyielding Creon”: Five questions for Sara Uribe & John Pluecker about Antígona González

/ David Buuck & translated by John Pluecker / Interviews
To be disappeared is not simply to be killed, but to deny to survivors and loved ones both the evidence required for legal justice as well as embodied rituals of grief and mourning.

Reinterpretation*

Three Bloody Words: an interview with Stephanie Bolster

/ rob mclennan / Interviews
In the graduate class I led this year, of the students who chose to do a presentation or a paper on another poet’s work, all but one chose “poetry” that was presented as prose, or at least partially as prose.

Burst!!

INTERVIEW – Popkiss: The Life and Afterlife of Sarah Records

/ Stephen Burt / Music
Some of those fans (I’m one) discovered that years of our lives, and an alarming proportion of our emotional capital, had been colored out, filled in, and made more beautiful by the hours and days that Clare Wadd and Matt Haynes spent listening to demo tapes, folding sleeve inserts, answering snail mail, and (not least) paying bills from the label’s cramped quarters.

Video: Colin Raff

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Supercriminal Pregnant Pink Surprise Eggs Fun in Real Life

Dear Poetry Editor

Lust Thrust Thursdays: SEX AS AN AESTHETIC

/ Gem Blackthorn / Sex
Style is the angle in which you take naked Snapchat selfies in and sext to a lucky batch of Tinder matches you’ll never meet in real life.

SOUND KONVOLUT II

Nan Martin

? SOUND KONVOLUT ?

Lillian Hellman & Jenny Craig

Dear Poetry Editor

Lust Thrust Thursdays: Divination

/ Tylah Gantt / Sex
The nervous sort of friction of anxiously timid hands grazing freshly exposed skin

Tinyletter, Big Heart: Part IV

Too Many Eyes

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
If you died my world would blur. I wouldn’t know what a tree was.