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Joanna Ruocco interviewed at BOMB

Ruocco discusses all her “literary” works (blah blah blah) — *Man’s Companions* (TS 2010) among them — but to throbbing delight, she also offers a peak into her blossoming pseudonymous career(s) as romance writers Toni Jones (*No Secrets in Spandex*) and Alessandra Shahbaz (*Midnight Flame*), which makes us swoon — and also makes us wonder why we haven’t already launched a genre imprint.

Poetry

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Poems by Kim Vodicka

The love upon our garden gates / is whereupon gapes gunlight. // The Sussex annex of exploding hearts / in the fort nexus of forever. // They all smile when they say it.

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Poems by Jennifer Pilch

Chorus: There was a child who died. / She takes what is no longer given then takes what is no longer given then takes what is no longer given then takes what is no longer there. / How to catch the wrinkled pleats ripple above the knees. / How to retain before the vacant chest. / How light increased on strands of copper hair. / Chorus: There was a child who died.

Fiction

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Fiction by Steven Seidenberg

The desire for change—the quest for originality—is empowered by stagnation, by the fear of being fixed within a posture of decline. That other straw men burn before the altar of the idem is not cause enough to join them, to wallow in the comfort of some transcendental plan. For me, there is no promise in the specter of the witness, in being forced to smut the lens that trains upon the page, so much as by a history surrendered to discernment, the bearing of some harborage between…

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Fiction by Ben Segal

So much is made of Simone Weil having starved herself to death. The Nazis, you know. I could starve myself to death for a thousand good reasons and none of them would be good reasons after all.

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Fiction by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi

I thought about all the baby had experienced, and concluded that her name should be Amulet baby, since she was strong and mysteriously unharmed by the elements of hunger and sickness. I sang her name a few times: “Amulet baby,” I said, and in my mind retired the name of limp baby, and she smiled at me so that I knew she liked her name.

Indeterminate Texts

which may or may not be twice- or thrice-listed in other genres. Please don't freak out.
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j/j hastain, selections from Rubatos Contiguous to a Mitochondrial Eve: a Memoir in Musical Fictions

You have to follow the image all the way through in order to have image become the capacity (in you) for prophesy. Sperm and seed abound, capable of being buried. See my follow-through like implanting strings and strands within the impetus of sperm and seed, inside of what writhes between my own legs, what bubbles over from my third eye. See me literally sewing strands and strings in so that I can marionette my own genitals by way of my accurate genders.

FEATURED Interviews

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Letters to Bhanu Kapil

In 2010, Ching-In Chen asked Jai Arun Ravine to interview Bhanu Kapil for a speculative literature issue for Asian American Poetry and Writing. At the time, Bhanu was in India and unavailable for an interview, so she asked Lucas de Lima to answer Jai’s questions as an interpolate…. In 2013, Bhanu, Lucas and Jai re-convened with Bhanu asking Jai and Lucas questions. The feral appendix they created appears in part two of this piece.

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Vanessa Place interviewed by Eireene Nealand

After talking with former prisoners about how beside-the-point their presence in court felt; after being called up and not selected for jury duty; after wondering about the metaphysics of court trials Eireene Nealand wrote to Vanessa Place, a poet and defense appellate attorney, who specializes in sexual offense cases.

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Urs Allemann interviewed by Elizabeth Hall

“Perhaps I even underestimated the ‘Babyfucker’ by minimizing for myself the antagonism between beauty and monstrosity. Monstrosity can’t be beautified away by skillful prose pirouettes. Beauty doesn’t sublate monstrosity. And today I understand much better those people who find that there’s nothing beautiful there, nothing at all, just a triumph of monstrosity. However: the fact that there were people who read the text in all seriousness as ‘Confessions from the Life of a Pedophile’ — that baffles me to this day.”

Reviews

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Fox Frazier-Foley Reviews Jessica Piazza’s “Interrobang”

…a formal and metaphysical engagement with questions of what can and cannot be contained. Titled after a piece of punctuation that signifies both exclamation and interrogation, the book is unsurprisingly obsessed with dualities: its sonnets follow an almost binary pattern as they vacillate between pathological extremes of love and fear. Each poem is titled after a clinical phobia or philia, and accordingly celebrates and/or laments the implied emotional parameters of such terrors.

RECEIVED & AVAILABLE FOR REVIEW

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