Midnight Voices by Deborah Ager is a book of poems grappling with identity on many fronts. As the cross-dressing revolutionary war soldier Deborah Sampson says, in the opening poem by the same name, “I do not remember / the men I’ve killed. I do not remember / which of my names is my true name.” […]
Timothy Green recently sent me an advance copy of his debut book of poems, American Fractal. I helped him out a bit when the Rattle website was having some technical trouble, and he, in turn, sent me what I discovered, by the inscription, was only the third copy of this book he has signed so
In her debut full-length collection, Good Friday Kiss, Michelle Bitting delivers a ferocious and nuanced experience of womanhood. These are poems of the sister reflecting on her brother’s suicide, of the mother squirting meds into her autistic son’s cran-apple juice and nursing her daughter in a vampiric pre-dawn delirium, the uniformed schoolgirl in a tryst
