“The heart of Matram Rudra was so pierced that he shouted “Ouch!” and out of Matram Rudra’s

utterance sprang the shout of Vajrakilaya, the penetrating dagger.”

Whether Reality is wounded, or a “Pleasure trauma,” Donahue nevertheless gently, nimbly, moves the handprint, within incandescent materials as if holy burning gold.

                              Lissa Wolsak

The figures—so many figures. As if a lover could emerge from any facet of the poetics of Earth tones—of a robust ape in flow.

                                             jj hastain

Huxley means something different from what Heraclitus meant when he said: “you can’t step into the same river twice.” McCarthy’s poems respond to Huxley’s affirmation with power and precision.

                                                                           Margaret Randall

Gordon surprises us in ways we didn’t even know we wanted.

                                                 Joanna C. Valente

I haven’t believed in the flaccid poetry establishment since the late-1950s-1970s, when street people, misfits and hungry voices ruled the roost. If Sharon Doubiago is chosen poet laureate instead of the safe university professors of past decades, I’ll believe again.

                                            John Solt

This is a maximalist overdrive collection! Like listening to some kind of metal or at least power metal.

                                       Russell Jaffe

The OBU Manifestos offers evidence of a poetic imagination at work, imagining in the best utopian fashion a world of human mutuality the direct obverse of the oligarchical nightmare into which we seem to be descending.

                                                           Mark Scroggins

“It’s true—this book could have prevented the Civil War.  And could start the next one.”

              Andrew Jackson

Imagine a taut silk thread between Samuel R Delany’s The Motion of Light in Water and the glorious rainbow that is New Narrative.

                        Ron Silliman

A tour de force, of course it had to be. I’m at a loss to say more.

                                    Lew Ellingham

Set in New Orleans, the story is narrated by Adam, who after being cheated, robbed, and beaten in a crooked poker game, is kicked out of his French Quarter apartment by his girlfriend

As I have been with past work by Armenteros, I was taken by this novel’s calm, elegant cadences, but also by its willingness to challenge, unsettle and provoke.

                                                                   Laird Hunt

Riveting—and outraging—The Boy Who Listened to Paintings is a warmly brilliant memoir of adolescence and mental health to inspire all of us.

         Molly Peacock

Eva Skrande’s wonderful poems arise from a tradition which might be termed transpersonal or subpersonal.

                                Bill Knott

Provocative, haunting, dreamlike, these poems model a suffusion of presences unlike anything else in contemporary poetry.

                                  Elizabeth Robinson

When is the world going to wake up to the genius of Tom Bradley? … One of the most criminally underrated authors on the planet.

                                              Andrew Gallix

For the impalpable or impossible, he substitutes our language: "There is no such thing as a tangent to still air."

                             Leslie Scalapino

This image rich, sonorous text suggests the word is as impermanent as we are.

                                                 Hailey Higdon

Its forays into memory are like nothing else. Unfinished Child is an extraordinary work of art. It will challenge and delight you.            Marvin Bell

Eric Hoffman is not afraid to face full-on the perennial agonies of the human moral state, nor does he fail to observe the creaking of house’s timbers on a frosty night.              Mark Scroggins

Slonimsky thinks in green, always. In his poetry he performs what he variously calls “treemath,”“nature-math,”or the “math of flower petals.” Green’s pure source.

                                        Barbara Ungar

Thilleman’s modus operandi is impossible to pin down, a surviving force amid the endless detritus and debris of the past ...

                Lewis Warsh

What the orphan finds is not perhaps his own people but a deep history, a telling and re-telling of bodies of water, trees and their shadows, ancestors around tables, earth light; these are the things that make the circling shape of voice.

                                        Eleni Sikelianos

Delivered on the fine line between the ludic and the sublime, Sine Wave is ultimately concerned with a woman whose music ushers her through life and death...

For five decades, Quasha has fearlessly and lucidly in poetry, essays, anthologies and interviews built a poetics of radical utterance, a poetry of the word unleashed from melody, set free from number—into pure saying.

                                           Robert Kelly

"This masterpiece reads like a grand parable.”

                          Joachim Mols