Few exceptions aside, the most compelling, challenging, absorbing literary art is being produced by small presses and their respective writers.…
Review of Shya Scanlon’s Border Run, by Jamie Grefe
Border Run By Shya Scanlon New Dead Families, 2012 Jack Lightning and Jo: Angel calls her “Mrs. Lightning” like she…
Looking Back, Part 4: Books
Best Novel: Honorable Mentions: Best Story Collection (Tie): Best Nonfiction: Best Poetry Collection (Tie): Best Chapbook: And that, folks,…
CFS from Sententia
For Sententia 3 we’re throwing out the preconceived conceptions of what a literary journal is. We’re bringing in a guest editor/curator,…
Autocritique
re: Jimmy Chen’s (very funny) obit for this site, and some comments made there by my friends Tadd Adcox and…
Happy Birthday, Big Other!
With sites (especially blogs, I’d imagine) coming and going, resembling fairweathered friends with their weighty promises and concomitant lack of…
The Varieties of Poetic Experience
A while ago I began to solicit videos of friends and associates reading/performing/interpreting poems from my collection, In This Alone…
Assorted Notes on (or a Kind of Review of) Shya Scanlon’s In this alone impulse, (Noemi Press, 2009)
The fifth piece of this collection, “Go beside, and speak,” begins: “I am from I have been thinking. I am…
Uncover Your Tracks: A Preliminary Critique of James Wood’s How Fiction Works
Shya posted something two days ago about James Wood’s How Fiction Works, in which Wood advocates the use of “free…
Look at this fucking writer: Shya Scanlon
In fourth grade, one of my best friends was a girl named Thea. I didn’t have consciously romantic feelings for her,…