Last week Fork & Page turned one years old! It was illuminating to look back at all the reviews I had written over the past year for Fork...
Jorie Graham is a master orchestrator of thought; her poems have always treated thought as a kind of entity. Graham has studied this...
How does one wade in the water, when the water is toxic? The current United States Poet Laureate, Tracy K. Smith, approaches this...
Seamless, is the word that lodged in my mind as I read Victoria Chang’s melodic poetry collection Barbie Chang. Not only do the poems...
“Never mind / the last exhale. Think / about the first. And the second.” These lines which grace the ending of Ramshakle Ode distill the...
Within stillness there is movement, just as within silence there is noise. These opposing forces have the power to reveal one another, to...
In the Midwest, people are afraid of death, they ignore it until they can’t, they tuck it away in little boxes in their attics, they buy...
“Suffering operates by its own logic. Its gropings and reversals. Ample, in ways that are exquisite.” I am inclined to agree with Jenny...
One definition of register is “the range of a human voice or a musical instrument,” and in Registers of Illuminated Villages, Tarfia...
Desire and longing are the undercurrents of nearly all great literature, and yet rarely are these emotions given flesh as sinuous and...
