Steve Gilmartin’s “The Sitting” is an unsettling experience of artistic objectification and being an alien in your own skin.
Matthew F. Amati freely references Grimm, but then puts those timeworn tales through the postmodern/post-context wringer. The results are absurd, disturbed, gleefully unhinged, and inclined to wordplay.
Sadie Hoagland’s brings us a magic-realist tumble into a life of painful fragments, transformed by yearning, and frozen in a moment.
Liana Kapelke-Dale, explores sweetly feverish inversions of fairy tale endings, and is always seeking liberation, in her poem “Lead Into Gold.”
“They say / seven men and heavy ropes were needed / to bring me up. The gulls, they say, / cloud-hovered around the squalling, / unfurred thing, but never pecked. / They say they couldn’t find a priest or / even minister to baptize me.” Poet Devon Miller-Duggan makes her Fabulist debut with this haunting, vivid prose poem of sea changes rich and strange.
Gaurav Monga’s marvelous and strange fragments have the feel of being found as a sheaf of unbound, unnumbered pages in a yellowing envelope, laying perhaps on an otherwise empty shelf at the back on an abandoned safe-deposit vault. They tell of a lost city of self, ancient excavations, and half-glimpsed memory.