Poetry that moves forward by the ellipsis of its lines; this book doesn’t end so much as walk through the void it opens.
Music and poetry! Poetry and music! Clap tracks, boom boxes, marches for love and melody, heartbreak, patterns taking shape — it’s all in here, in every frequency!
An estranged family gathers to endure loss: gather ’round the microphone and sing a sad song or two, work your way through the twelve steps, listen to a guy sing like Steve Perry, figure out your feelings on Fleetwood Mac.
Sixteen stories, deep and rich, take you through the mire of life gently, these are authentic accounts of humanity — full of stranded wives, broken husbands, and stranded circus performers– each page brims with beauty and damnation.
We’re entering the final countdown to the Second Vouched Birthday Party here in Atlanta. You know what that means? A single-sentence review round-up of some of the new titles our Atlanta table has gathered over the year. For the next 15 days I’ll be releasing one single-sentence review a day.
You may recognize this first one from your summer reading list. Behold, Peter Davis’ Tina.
Peter Davis has a lot to say to Tina. Who is Tina? Tina is hard to track down. Follow Davis down the rabbit hole of his life-long pursuit of Tina, see what you come up with.
A literary eruption, is that a thing, if that’s a thing, it just happened over here, out comes a saddened–>tortured love cry, a near-epic struggle twisted forward and within and out of over a bitty 34 pages, the story of Poisonhorse shrieks, as the horse and the poison the narrator gives it and the bears and the rats and the lady in the cistern and etc. burrow their way into you, as you begin to see yourself as one of the severed heads in the bear’s belly, as what you thought to call love expands and then immediately bursts in your hands.