How do we define the public? What activities should be allowed in public spaces? Who counts as the local community?

Failure To Comply is a manifesto of trans resilience, of choosing to live in an ungoverned body.

In asking us to “believe in” clouds, this poem surrenders to both the changing nature of things and the instability of self, the ever-shifting interconnectedness of self with other.

With the finesse of a magician, Brundage unpacks, upends, and performs sleights of hand with words we have shoved into closets.

The speaker doesn’t necessarily want her hunger, or maybe just doesn’t always feel comfortable always carrying it, stoking its fire.

As hearing tests and various attempts at treatment consume her life, the narrator seems removed from time, set apart from it.

When I finished, I felt I had been washed clean, that I had sloughed off something old and heavy.

If Mann’s intent in writing Attachments could be distilled into one phrase, fatherhood as multitude may fit.

How many horses are too many horses? Suddenly, I'm thinking about horses more than I ever have.

How to escape? The collection’s ending offers a clue. The thing that saves her, the thing that gives her wings, is opening her eyes.

What becomes evident in Wagner’s collection is the bloody costs of our collective heritage, and how we pay those costs throughout the ages.

Oh, what we will do to be seen!

Kravetz’s gift is his ability to transcend the rawness of that ache and to suss out the nascent embers of an alternative New England.

Living in a human body is complex and nuanced. Acknowledging these subtleties is a way of embracing full existence, including life’s enigmas.

They discuss the messiness and double standards that come from talking about gender, sexuality, and eroticism, especially in academic settings.

A sobering reminder that the mountain and the mosquito will be here long after we are gone.

It seems the way back for Karrick is a matter of allowing for beauty in every moment, even in what he might initially find irritating or ugly.

An adventurous collection, filled with humor and optimism, Ardor is a future-thinking text.

Measured sentences draw the reader into the emotional dome she inhabits. The book’s even tone avoids associative leaps and instead mirrors the quotidian effort to keep going, day after day.

The Long Form resists reading as a period of sustained focus or unilateral attention, and instead insists on the irreplaceability of life.