WRITTEN IN ARLINGTON, Katherine E. Young Edits Exciting New Anthology of Poetry
The former Poet Laureate of Arlington, VA, Katherine E. Young, curates this collection of contemporary poetry which shines a light on singular art from outside the big city.
From the book:
The eighty-seven authors in this collection include poets born in Arlington and Arlington transplants from literally all over the world. Sandra Beasley, Andy Fogle, Hailey Leithauser, David McAleavey, Heather McHugh, and Karenne Wood are just some of the poets who have written about Arlington; they join page, performance, and spoken word poets of all ages and backgrounds to compose a portrait in poetry of the community that sits just across the Potomac River from Washington, DC.
The poems in Katherine E. Young’s Woman Drinking Absinthe concern themselves with transgressions. Lust, betrayal, guilt, redemption: Young employs fairy tales, opera, Impressionism, Japonisme, Euclidean geometry, Greek tragedy, wine, figs, and a little black magic to weave a tapestry that’s as old as the hills and as fresh as today’s headlines.
Beginning May 1st, Reuben will begin as host of DC radio channel WPFW’s “The Sound of Surprise.” The show runs from 4 to 6pm and Reuben will be alternating every other Sunday with the program’s creator, Larry Appelbaum.
Rose Solari’s latest review column for Washington Independent Review of Books tackles two stellar new collections by established small-press poets, Terry Ellen Cross Davis and Dan Beachy-Quick. As with all her reviews, Rose uses a common theme to link the subject matter of the books she is reviewing. This month, she explores how the cover design is mirrored by the poetry and vice versa.
In Lannie Stabile’s new review of Elizabeth Hazen’s second collection Girls Like Us, she raves about the effect of Hazen’s “last lines.” Girls Like Us, she says, is “bulging with debilitating last lines.” Like this one in the opening poem “Devices,” that Stabile points to as like a “hook,” “We’ve been called so many things that we are not, we startle at the sound of our own names.”