{"title":"New Titles","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"opera-fever","title":"Opera Fever","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/chelsey-minnis\"\u003eChelsey Minnis\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca class=\"active\" href=\"#tab1\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003eThe poems in Chelsey Minnis’s \u003ci\u003eOpera Fever\u003c\/i\u003e read like a dangerous bodice-ripper, glamorous and haunted. From the covid claustrophobia in which they were written, these poems sharply maneuver from steamy observations to gravitas (\u003ci\u003eand then some groaning under the fur coats..\/Let's be very hard on veils.. \/ Like a dark summer with too many funerals...\u003c\/i\u003e). In movements that feel delightfully restless and darkly romantic, we readers are lucky to be caught in their quake.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDeliberately broad in her indulgence, she takes back the easy posture of male-dominated Hollywood film and offers it up to a contemporary readership of all genders as autofiction and rosé, a glamorous rumor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ca\u003e \u003cstrong\u003eKrystal Languell, \u003cem\u003eThe American Poetry Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne of the most unusual and persuasive books of poems I’ve read in some time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDwight Garner, \u003cem\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMinnis hasn't forgotten that we have art in order not to die of reality. . . . It can be satisfying to see the anarchic, libidinal impulse behind poem-writing allowed its full measure of vice. There will be no hand-wringing about climate change, femicide, poverty, or racism here. It is unapologetically all about priviledge (the priviledge of writing); and asserting that this is the only worthwhile privilege in the world; and faking it till you make it—the poem, that is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAnge Mlinko, \u003cem\u003eThe New York Review of Books\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eChelsey Minnis’ “Poemland” is one of my favorite books of the century, but it came out in 2009, and I worried we’d not see another. Turns out she was saving up. “Baby, I Don’t Care” (Wave, $18) is a wisecracking, 200-plus-page rollick (with as much white space as text). . . . Minnis flips the troubadour script to silver-screen banter, and it’s a hoot to listen in \u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMichael Robbins, \u003cem\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat Minnis can reach such prophetic depths of gloom and doom while simultaneously sustaining the integrity of a laugh-out-loud funny persona is a testament to her prowess. This book is an indispensable addition to Minnis’s oeuvre, though she’d likely not want to hear it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLogan Berry, \u003cem\u003eThe Brooklyn Rail\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMinnis impishly taunts the senses in this scintillating vaudeville of vice, greed, and sexism. Through the sassy, vamp-y, diamond-adorned persona of a self-proclaimed \"hungry tigress,\" readers are subjected to a sardonic, melodramatic monologue that was \"inspired by classic movies\" and often feels like a lucid dream. . . . With an unparalleled sense of absurdist whimsy, Minnis runs through a litany of debaucherous and obsessive behaviors while engendering empathy, curiosity, and self-reckoning.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly \u003c\/em\u003e(starred review)\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMinnis’s first book in nine years bears the hallmarks of a work that took time. \u003cem\u003eBaby, I Don’t Care\u003c\/em\u003e is a wonder of problem-solving, building on previous books and not merely repeating them. Though the humor is as sharp as ever, the persona and golden lines Minnis spent years honing have more of an animating form to support them this time, and it lends the collection a wholeness and emotional arc a cut above many poetry collections. Finally, here’s love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eJames Butler-Gruett, \u003cem\u003eEntropy Mag\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe work from \u003cem\u003eBaby, I Don’t Care\u003c\/em\u003e is slightly less dark... and somewhat funnier... Here Minnis re-establishes herself as perhaps our best, most biting, black-comic poet. Her poems sting.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eKevin O'Rourke, \u003cem\u003eColorado Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eBaby, I Don’t Care\u003c\/em\u003e is a work of monstrous appetites—it’s insatiable, sensational, in need of the gaze while always playing indifferent to it. Like a cat toying with a bloodied mouse grows bored and leaves it to bleed out, Minnis’s speaker is merciless in her needs and yawns in the face of their destructions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe Arkansas International\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAn endless dance of attraction and alienation between text and reader. . . . No one else is writing poetry quite like this: funny, willfully superficial in tone, but with teasing hints that something serious is at stake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBarry Schwabsky, \u003cem\u003eHyperallergic\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe book is pervaded with old-world ‘movie’ charm – the cod-aristocratic languor, the English archaisms... the drawl-speed of the delivery... It’s a whole world, distant yet known, whose gaudy-eerie strangeness flickers romantically beside the factual glare of our own century.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSam Riviere, \u003cem\u003ePoetry Society UK\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eCut into 39 sections with titles such as “Laziness”, “Gold Digger”, “Murder”, “Iceberg”, and “Greatness”, Minnis exploits herself, her lovers, money, sex and much more... Using her lyrical tone, Minnis oozes sarcasm and sparkles as she explores the oddities of the world around her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eJulia Cirignano, \u003cem\u003eJulia's Book Reviews\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMinnis is remarkably good at establishing character quickly, but also invoking a whole world in a few words...A certain kind of reader will come away from the book feeling a little like Cary Grant and a little like he's just escaped a seduction he halfway wishes had trapped him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRobert Archambeau, \u003cem\u003eThe Hudson Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMinnis’s style is witty, entertaining, and perhaps most difficult to achieve in poetry, completely absorbing. She accomplishes what few poets can: she writes page-turners.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSandra Simonds, \u003cem\u003ePoetry Foundation\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: April 7, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN# 9798891060401 (6 x 8, 104pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Chelsey Minnis","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":50161880596784,"sku":null,"price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/opera.front.1_final_final.jpg?v=1762967373"},{"product_id":"a-guide-for-making-fragments-from-diaries","title":"A Guide for Making Fragments from Diaries","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/joshua-beckman\"\u003eJoshua Beckman\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca class=\"active\" href=\"#tab1\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eJoshua Beckman’s new book, \u003ci\u003eA Guide for Making Fragments from Diaries\u003c\/i\u003e, gathers poems found or made in various forms—chapter summaries of non-existent books, body poems, an assemblage of his mother’s remarks while painting his portrait, lists of thoughts and things (one of all the uninvited animals and insects who entered his house over the course of a year!). The book culminates with the guide, including light instructions toward finding fragments within a notebook or diary. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eReaders interested in the fragment as a form, or in the relationship of the body to perception will appreciate how Beckman unfolds and rearranges the physical phenomena he describes.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBeckman’s soulful theatrics...have taken the humorous lyric to new heights, but perhaps less readily appreciated is Beckman’s mastery, not just of the quotidian, but of the tragic.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eVirginia Konchan,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eRattle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBeckman's one of my favorite living poets—unsoiled as he is by trends and camps. He walks in stride with Whitman and Niedecker and Ginsberg somehow, without sounding like a throwback full of archaisms or faux wit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eJoshua Marie Wilkinson,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eHTMLGiant\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat’s the kernel, the approach, of\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe Inside of an Apple\u003c\/em\u003e: a minimalist in transit, on a strict ration of words per line, each poem feeling as if it took its own length not just to devise its closing phrase, but to earn it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePeter Longofono,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eColdfront\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBeckman wistfully takes to the road and does the incredible work of writing poems full of desire, for a world in the midst of radical upheaval.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith plainspokenness and the juxtaposition of modern and traditional imagery, Beckman creates a sense of both timelessness and timeliness—no easy task. It’s Beckman’s sincerity, combined with his ability to not take things too seriously, that gives his poems a subtle power. It’s rare to read work that feels simultaneously contemporary and ancient.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMichelle Aldredge,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eGwarlingo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe poems that make up\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Inside of an Apple\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eare light-hearted even when they’re sad. They’re also fragmentary, appearing without titles, blurring where one poem ends and the next begins. But this is by design; the poems’ sentence fragments are highly visual, and show great care for sound.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eElizabeth O'Brien,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew Pages\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThese are poems that work gently, respectfully, insistently, almost reverently around the incommunicable. They do this without giving up on communicating something important.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDan Alter,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003ePoetry Flash\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: April 14, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN# 9798891060418 (5.5 x 8.25, 80pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Joshua Beckman","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":50245425496368,"sku":null,"price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/9798891060418_FCcopy.jpg?v=1761339534"},{"product_id":"theory-for-moving-houses","title":"Theory for Moving Houses","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.wavepoetry.com\/products\/renee-gladman\"\u003eRenee Gladman\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca class=\"active\" href=\"#tab1\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"active\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eYou are asking me where I live and it’s making me think all these things about space, where I start and end in space and where space starts and ends in me and when, in space, I am a body and when I’m a book, in space.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eSo begins Renee Gladman's \u003ci\u003eTheory for Moving Houses\u003c\/i\u003e, and with these lines we are invited into a liminal space of imagination and investigation, as Gladman guides us through the architectures of her poetics. Foundational here is a sense of fluidity, a slippage of time, a devotion to “non-linear and hyper gestural movement,” a communal spirit. Gladman’s inquiry into her intersecting practices of writing and drawing reveals a deep commitment to uncertainty and “fictional knowing.” Yet again, Gladman upends traditional expectations of prose, as she leads us through landscape of her Ravicka series novels, ultimately surprising us with a novel within nonfiction. The latest volume in Wave’s Bagley Wright Lecture Series, \u003ci\u003eTheory for Moving Houses\u003c\/i\u003e is not only visionary in its contemplations but also is a virtuosic example of the ways in which language can shape utopian sites of possibility.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eTo hear the audio for Mauricio Pauly's \"Theory for Moving Houses\" click \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=gClstCvcwh8\u0026amp;feature=youtu.be\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"\u003ehere\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: .0001pt; line-height: normal; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-autospace: none;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 0.875rem;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA virtuosic aspect of Gladman’s writing is her ability to use simple diction and syntax to represent complexity… Gladman’s prose gives the effect of overlaying the expression of a thought to the thinking of it, as if to bring the writing as close as possible to the process of thought itself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJohn Vincler, \u003cem\u003eThe Paris Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShe uses architecture as a metaphor for essay-building, poem-building, idea-building, language as a built environment and as a space of community. The ability of a sentence to create and transform is boundless.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNicole Rudick,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003ePoetry Foundation\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith each shift in repetition, Gladman builds mystery as well as understanding. As she writes, these sentences will “loop the unknown and unfinish it” at the same time “these sentences will gather all the pauses into a flowing assembly.” When finished reading the book, readers “will antenna the unknown.” They will feel meaning rather than know it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJulene Waffle,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eAdroit Journal\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the book, Gladman includes hand-drawn figures alongside poetry. The art pieces are often comprised of indecipherable, loopy script that accumulates into architectural-type structures. Some look like something akin to what you may have seen this morning, others from outer space.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDiana Arterian,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eLit Hub\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis attention to the movement and moment of the line distinguishes her work from those other experiments with drawn poems, such as Robert Grenier’s drawing poems or Cy Twombly’s calligraphic paintings, that we might reach to for comparison....It’s as if she’s discovered the place where the living line and the line of language converge after a temporary separation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMary Wilson,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eJacket2\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: May 5, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN# 9798891060425 (6 x 8.25, 104pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Renee Gladman","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":50245743214896,"sku":null,"price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Ebook","offer_id":66726499025200,"sku":null,"price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/9798891060425_FCcopy.jpg?v=1761345424"},{"product_id":"freely-frayed","title":"Freely Frayed","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/don-mee-choi\"\u003eDon Mee Choi\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/joshua-beckman\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"active\" id=\"tab1\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003ci\u003eFreely Frayed\u003c\/i\u003e gathers early poems, recent essays, and translation notes by National Book Award winning poet Don Mee Choi.\u003cspan class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e  \u003c\/span\u003eFeaturing Choi’s radical modes of writing back to empire, the collection offers both the underpinnings of her acclaimed KOR-US Trilogy (\u003ci\u003eHardly War, DMZ Colony, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eMirror Nation\u003c\/i\u003e) and the intersecting points of personal experience and memory that have evolved during the time of writing the books. \u003ci\u003eFreely Frayed \u003c\/i\u003egrapples with the politics of distance and language in exploration of anti-colonial logic and identity, illustrating memory’s enactment of translation and a notion of salvage that creates a dialogue between forms. Simultaneously restless and playful, these poems and essays move us to inspect our own sense of place and language, and in turn to ask what history is built from this record.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eChoi’s transnational puns are the funhouse mirror to the multinational Mercedes-Benz corporation’s rotating logo at the top of the Europa Center in Berlin, which she sees illuminated at dawn from her window.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAlan Gilbert,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003ee-flux Journal\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFrom Ethiopia to Israel, Nicaragua to Afghanistan, she ties headlines and fragments using the equal sign, which she refers to as “a syntax that enables multiple places and times to coexist simultaneously.” Choi skillfully illustrates the cyclical, endless nature of violence to more deeply understand her home, herself, and the world.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTo read the work of Don Mee Choi is to readjust our vision— not only of the modern world at war and violence sustained at borders, but also of how war and borders shape our language and percolate into the art that we see. Her poetry is one that will not be confined within the margins of a book, but spill into drawings, photographs, videos, and passports.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSohini Basak,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eWasafiri\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBeckman wistfully takes to the road and does the incredible work of writing poems full of desire, for a world in the midst of radical upheaval.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eChoi’s hybrid structure allows her, in some sense, to have it both ways—to look at her subjects while simultaneously, and paradoxically, showing that some subjects are just too big to see in full: war, your parents’ life before and without you, your government and its decisions.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKathleen Rooney,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eThe New York Times Sunday Book Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFormally, Don Mee Choi is an inheritor of Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, whose seminal \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eDictee\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e (1982) has had a major impact on contemporary innovative American poetry. Yet Choi innovates on Cha’s decades-old example. Choi’s work releases new-media energy; it moves at fiber optic speed as it to struggles to find terms for our 21st century experience of globalized media, especially as such media affects our sense of history, commodity, violence, politics, terror, and freedom.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJoyelle McSweeney, \u003cem\u003eMontevidayo\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: September 1, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN#9798891060463 (6.75 x 9, 136pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Don Mee Choi","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":51201110114608,"sku":null,"price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/freely.front.15_FINAL.jpg?v=1775587374"},{"product_id":"mother","title":"Mother","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"https:\/\/www.wavepoetry.com\/products\/dorothea-lasky\"\u003eDorothea Lasky\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/joshua-beckman\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"active\" id=\"tab1\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eDorothea Lasky’s stunning new collection of poems presents an unfurling, terrifying, and fiercely loving embodiment of motherhood as a force of creation. Inspired by Bernadette Mayer’s \u003ci\u003eThe Desires of Mothers to Please Others in Letters, \u003c\/i\u003eLasky writes from the inner realm of a third pregnancy and guides us through a suspended timeline taut with anticipation. \u003ci\u003eMother\u003c\/i\u003e documents caring for small children, the death of the mother, and the simultaneous anxiety and darkness of impending birth, as Lasky transmits from a deep mythic and biologically immediate space: “And even though I’ve spent \/ Eight months now \/ Dreading the sight \/ Of anything red \/ Now I long to bleed all over.” Invoking the eternal symbol of the mother, Lasky asks us to consider an expansive understanding of the horror and devotion inherent in the daily practices of existence. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLasky has been heralded as a Gen-X successor to confessionalism, but in \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Shining\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, she marries a more subdued exposition with her signature Plathian confrontation... Rather than self-aggrandize or self-immolate, as in traditional confession, poetry here becomes apprentice to a larger feminist project of dismantling patriarchal power.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eEileen G'Sell,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Review of Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLasky’s mischievous metaphysics are on display here. Her slippery usage of self at times recasts \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Shining\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e of King and Kubrick into a tale of complex and bruised monstrosity. Female personae evade and ignore trauma, as in “Twins” and “Blue Christmas.” They end the collection bereaved and confused, still ready to fight the spirits off, wandering the mountains and breakfast buffets looking for sensual relief. It’s not gory revenge. It’s a painful repossession.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ci\u003eHeavy Feather Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLasky’s distinctly feminist lens crystallizes the horrors of the infamous Overlook Hotel anew. Plumbing the contested shadows of self-image and desire, neither she nor the reader can escape “that terrible terror of being \/ that’s me.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIf the essence is not in what she says, Lasky’s poignancy is the result of subtle insights, both endearing and intuitive, suggested by what language leaves out.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSophie Sills,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eJacket2\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe will force you to acknowledge the blackness of the blood pumping underneath your skin or the claustrophobia of loneliness, but she will not allow you to forget there is light, and that it can exist in knowing another person.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eKristen Evans,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003eRain Taxi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: September 15, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN# 9798891060470 (5.75 x 9, 88pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Dorothea Lasky","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":51201110245680,"sku":null,"price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/Mothercover.jpg?v=1775593559"},{"product_id":"feel-recordings-in-the-evershift","title":"feel recordings in the evershift","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/joshua-beckman\"\u003eEdwin Torres\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"active\" id=\"tab1\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIn richly immersive and sonically engaging poems, American Book Award winner Edwin Torres sculpts language toward a landing place for sensorial and ecological input. Torres’s new collection, \u003ci\u003efeel recordings in the evershift\u003c\/i\u003e, investigates ecology and the body as fields of perception, seeking to record this felt world and allow the reader a chance to roam within their own recordings. A longtime teacher and performance artist, globally active in collaboration with many multidisciplinary communities, the poet explores placemaking as self-making, portraying for the reader the wide-ranging possibilities of poem making. This record of investigation and deep listening reveals poetry’s ability to connect the body to the earth’s continual shift. As we experience the ecopoetics formed through this process, we are asked to join Torres in challenging a poem's function on the page, in the reader, and within the world.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEdwin Torres's poetry is more than a high energy-construct—it is words and sounds gone wild, like dancers straining to break free of pattern. His prose poems are clusters of dazzling density that let 'every sound in.' And out. Everywhere, the borders have broken down. There is no other poet who writes like Torres. Elaborate, chanting, pointed, and granite in their 'octaves of shine,' his poems have it all. They are a real and gritty pleasure to read, a necessary tonic to these toxic times.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJohn Yau\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePoet and performance artist Torres (\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eAmeriscopia\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e) cannibalizes the book form through a hybrid assemblage of various experimental gestures juxtaposed with plainspoken lines... Torres demands attention to the invention of a new kind of language that contains the possibilities of opening up a sparkling new world.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTorres manifests himself, and his readers, by his act of writing. He calls forth what is unknown by naming it thusly, and dissolves any easy logics by troubling them in momentous, springboard fashion. With \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eXoeteoX\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, Torres invites us to enter into this heady performance with him to reach past and on to the next truths and our future selves.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eArkansas International\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: October 6, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN#9798891060487 (7 x 9, 96pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Edwin Torres","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":51201110311216,"sku":null,"price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/feel.front.9_FINAL_copy.jpg?v=1775594358"},{"product_id":"the-passenger","title":"The Passenger","description":"\u003c!--AUTHOR AND PAGE DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBy \u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/dale-martin-smith\"\u003eDale Martin Smith\u003c\/a\u003e\u003ca href=\"http:\/\/wavepoetry.com\/products\/joshua-beckman\"\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c!--END DETAILS--\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs\"\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca class=\"active\" href=\"#tab1\"\u003eDescription\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli\u003e\u003ca href=\"#tab2\"\u003eReviews\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"tabs-content\"\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab1\" class=\"active\"\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIn his latest collection, Toronto-based poet Dale Martin Smith invites us into a vivid lyric landscape, a looping personal voyage of reckoning and return. In a series of spare evocative poems, framed by two lyric essays, Smith presents a search for meaning in terms of memory, the self, and national narrative. \u003ci\u003eThe Passenger\u003c\/i\u003e inhabits multiple iterations of selfhood across time, spanning over 30 years and starting with site-specific images of the author’s experience as a Peace Corps volunteer in the Republic of Yemen in the early 1990s. The violence of US imperialism, the sacrifice of lives in the ongoing wars on terror, and the author’s own lived encounters between cultures trace an echo of mnemonic layering. Smith subtly guides the experience of embodied but unsettled subjectivity, questioning the dominance of Western idealism and what it means to contend with national identity through recollection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"mso-spacerun: yes;\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c!--END DESCRIPTION--\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli id=\"tab2\"\u003e\n\u003c!--REVIEWS--\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePrevious Praise:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIn lines of great lyric discernment with an eye to atrocities of the past in the present, Dale Smith reimagines the song form as our consummate equipment for living. Flying Red Horse confirms his breathtaking artistry that – insofar as any time of innocence is over – holds at once a place, an exhortation, a persevering, a reverie, a promise.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRoberto Tejada\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eWith a kind of clipped historical shorthand, the use of the fragment in \u003ci\u003eThe Size of Paradise\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003ebecomes a supercharged lyrical force that is also sprung with time. The momentum of this capacious book-length sequence keeps turning outward as it investigates an inward subjectivity, not all together Dale Smith per se, but maybe a collective interiority where we find, “Dead things collect in words.” And more importantly we discover “There will be love as memory.” Smith has written a high-stakes recounting of time and experience expanding the world we live within and that lives within us. This book is out of doors. I love it.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePeter Gizzi\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"publication\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePublication Date: October 20, 2026\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eISBN# 9798891060494 (6 x 8, 112pp, trade paper)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Dale Martin Smith","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":51201110573360,"sku":null,"price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0117\/1312\/files\/passenger.front.4_FINAL_copy.jpg?v=1775598350"}],"url":"https:\/\/www.wavepoetry.com\/collections\/new\/graham-foust.oembed","provider":"Wave Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}