Pre-Order Nikki Wallschlaeger’s HOUSES, Sara Peck & Jared Joseph’s HERE YOU ARE
by Jen Tynes
Sara Peck & Jared Joseph’s HERE YOU ARE (late March) and Nikki Wallschlaeger’s HOUSES (early May) are now available for pre-order for $14 each!
About HERE YOU ARE, Kevin Killian writes:
I hear the old folk tune here, again and again, the lullaby Jack Spicer threaded throughout “Fifteen False Propositions Against God,” the mockingbird, diamond ring., the absent savior. In Here You Are, again, Mama’s objects endlessly threatening to disappoint, even as new, better objects appear to staunch baby’s tears. Like the phrases from the news that fall, like leaves, into the mulch of the poem, e.g the “binders full of women” of Mitt Romney ’12.
Peck and Joseph use word and line as counters—colorful steps with which to raise the reader (the dreamer) a gorgeous house of cards. “God right here still nothing on top of everything/ to be in all this beauty.” Joseph and Peck’s personae start out strong and united, like siblings, but as the book wears on, propinquity seems to play on nerves, and out of sheer anxiety the poem begins to throw itself back onto its own beach, the waves like iterations of rain and sun,” “pink,” “home,” “garden”; the poets Hiromi Ito and Mark Zuckerberg each make an appearance—it’s a theophany, a book of rite, and all who come and linger here, even for a moment, shall experience the rhapsodomancy of the adept.
About HOUSES, Lucas de Lima writes:
Nikki Wallschlaeger is not afraid to watch the furniture break down like a body and then come together against a brick wall, someone or something pounding on the other side. If origin is a myth, it is also endless practice: “There’s always a big knife in the kitchen.” “We’re using the past instead of letting it use us.” As white civilization drags its history of ruin and pillage into the 21st century, Houses rebuilds ancestry as force rather than simply loss, wielding the eye of vulnerability buried inside each scar through a face-off with the present: “They’re vague about what they want with their violence so I shot them.” This is not a book you will supervise. This is a book whose supervision pierces the mundane and extraordinary, transforming dispossession into wanderlust, mending the spell of ill inheritance.