in which I shamelessly plug new books by my friends...


In the seventeenth century, the closest a woman ever got to a theater was just outside the door, selling sweet "china" oranges at sixpence eachā€“ā€“or maybe herselfā€“ā€“to the audience. Simone Muench's third collection of poetry, Orange Crush, pays tribute to these figures, known as "Orange Girls," in passionate, astonishing language. The poems travel in and out of history in what Muench calls "a loop instead of a line," cannily reclaiming centuries of lost women and revisiting the various binds in which they find themselves. Her "language portraits" also pay homage to contemporary women, particularly writers, thus re-embodying and reinventing the idea of "Orange Girls." Muench's poems seem to stem directly from the four elementsā€“ā€“earth, wind, water, and fireā€“ā€“and affect us immediately, more like drugs or fantastic food. It's been a long time since weā€™ve had an American expressionist poet like this, combining intellect, compassion, and lightning associations. read more & order




A glimpse of the titles in this bookā€”ā€œMy Mother Canā€™t Stand This Poem,ā€ ā€œWhy I Hate Ian Harris,ā€ ā€œReality TV Has Ruined My Childhoodā€ā€”hints at the energy, sass, and verve we find here in this freshly observed world. Displaying an admirable range, Brandi Homan offers us both the haunting prose poem sequence, ā€œRecurring Dream House,ā€ and the seemingly casual, at times caustic, observations of a ā€œDrugstore Cowgirl.ā€ Homan excels at the telling detail; Bobcat Country opens and closes with poems deeply rooted in the 1980s Midwest. This texture provides welcome humor in a bleak landscape as we follow the exploits of troubled teenage girls wearing ā€œblue Wet-n-Wild nail polishā€ who drink ā€œZima through licorice straws.ā€ The accomplishment of this book is that through careful observation and precise, painterly detail, Homan does more than capture one time, one placeā€”she gives us a deeply felt, reverberating world.

ā€”Beth Ann Fennelly, author of Unmentionables, W. W. Norton

How can a line of language be so directed and searing and still entertain the messy feast of the bleary eyed ever-birthing world? Brandi Homanā€™s work wakes the nervous system and embodies the difficult beauty and complexity of the question. Lucky readers, lucky us.
ā€”Selah Saterstrom, author of The Meat and Spirit Plan, Coffee House Press

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Brandi saidā€¦
Aw, thank you for shamelessly plugging away! Looking forward to seeing you next week ;)