“I understand, I promise. You are an impatient child & I am a mother who is also an impatient child.” Funny, chaotic, spilling over with breathy exuberance, centered in the imagination but anchored in the relational points of who we meet and greet and love… Read More
The wonderful soul that is Beach Sloth reviewed all three of Nostrovia Poetry’s chapbook contest winners! Review excerpts + links are incorporated below, along with links to purchase the publications, all available at the ‘pay-what-you-can’ + shipping rate, to avoid denying anyone of literature due… Read More
A calm testimony to time and the ways we repeat ourselves, Kyle Harvey’s “Farewell Materials” operates through echoes, with each reiterated phrase navigating its varying contexts to achieve broader meaning. If the collection’s opening page—“Adagio, let’s say // three // slow // beats // or so”—is equal parts request and statement of mood, then its final pages channel the older aesthetic of a record player, looping its final bit until being turned off.
Much like Harvey’s serial poem, “July,” this newer collection showcases a deep awareness of spatial minimalism and a word’s placement within. And being “a half-hearted // banjo gambler // singing // softly // to // the moon,” Kyle works with his words to make them into sheet music, with each long caesura honoring all, too, that waits in silence.
And yet, “Farewell Materials” is also the softening and hardening layers of adulthood. A prayer and a change—“for years / & years” the speaker confesses what surrounded him while he slept, the time spent waiting, the heavy eyelids. Like “bits of glass / treasured,” much of this collection is tucked away, desiring the reader like an act of extraction.
Kyle Harvey’s second poetry collection, “July,” is a sweeping sequence paying homage to both the old gods of writing and his peers. The gorgeous cover echoes not only maps and the journey, but prisms of light, which I found especially fitting—just as orientation results in… Read More
Alec Robbins’s debut poetry collection, “Lost Levels,” is not only the flagship collection for August Smith’s Cool Skull Press, but a poignant reflection on internet culture, technology, relationships, and the quintessential geek experience. Since these poems embody the everyday journey of our wandering minds bouncing from… Read More