[REVIEW] Pool Party Trap Loop by Ben Segal
Queen’s Ferry Press 136 pages, $16.95 Review by Michael Vegas Mussman What is up with palindromes? Seems like any palindrome longer than “racecar” is unwieldy both to sense and to sound. Plus, they’re fake. “Able was I, ere I saw Elba,” Napoleon never said.
[REVIEW] Communion, by Curtis Smith
Dock Street Press 153 pages, $14.00 Review by Cate Hennessey In her marvelous book, I Could Tell You Stories: Sojourns in the Land of Memory, Patricia Hampl ponders some of Rilke’s advice from Letters to a Young Poet. She comes to rest on this: [Rilke] was not a sentimentalist of childhood.
[REVIEW] Dowry Meat, by Heather Knox
Words Dance Publishing $15, 81 pages Review by Corey Pentoney What, exactly, makes a poem? A hotly debated topic, surely, but one that always deserves a little attention. Can a poem be a single line? Absolutely. Alberto Rio published a great piece about that on Poets.org.