inter|rupture – June 2012

This issue of inter|rupture certainly had me lost in the words. With each author’s work, I anticipated something fresh, and I wasn’t disappointed. The imagery in this issue is what has lingered with me, long after I finished reading. I was haunted (in a fantastic and exhilarating way) by the imagery in Peter Jay Shippy’s “Last Requests” in which the narrator doles out a list of strange requests for the body the narrator will leave behind:

This issue of inter|rupture certainly had me lost in the words. With each author’s work, I anticipated something fresh, and I wasn’t disappointed. The imagery in this issue is what has lingered with me, long after I finished reading. I was haunted (in a fantastic and exhilarating way) by the imagery in Peter Jay Shippy’s “Last Requests” in which the narrator doles out a list of strange requests for the body the narrator will leave behind:

use my back for Scrabble and my skull to drive
the nail that held my picture into your wall,

take the beeswax from my ears so I can hear
one damned song, but fill my mouth with nectar

so that honeybees will love me at last

I was equally enthralled by the language of Mary Biddinger in “Risk Management Memo: Here Comes Your Man”:

Your refrigerator

is filled with steaks, and somebody
has folded an angora sweater
under your childhood scarecrow doll

with half a dozen pages inside torn
from various domestic
or Russian novels . . .

Other great imagery came from Sophie Klahr (“There, there now. / Only in the kitchen are there roaches. They scatter in the light like water / breaking as a stone enters.”), Gale Marie Thompson (“Crack a rib, and birds fly out of a spoon.”), and Jeff Hipsher (“We see slow children push hot bicycle frames / through thick yards of methane”). This poetry journal has certainly done what it has set out to do: “startle and assault the current by providing readers with emerging and established artists who crave discovery.”
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