NEW Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM (a collaborative poetry chapbook by me and Robert Cole, published earlier this year by Hyacinth Girl Press)

By the time we reach Swarm One, addiction has consumed both speaker and reader:  “Lucid unrelenting pain proponent, we were somehow winged/with gigantic stingers all over our skin.  Nobody can touch us anymore.”  The emotions of the speaker echo what the reader is feeling.  The scene is too painful to endure, and yet too alive to pull away from.  We are completely consumed.

From that peak moment of unity, immediately we are plummeted into dregs of emotional despair.  Swarm Two blasts us with a scathing dose of realization:  “Nobody can save us . . . Ashes ashes we/used to think we were interesting.  Now we are nothing/but rotten fritters that would eat until nothing remains.”  With that slap to our consciousness we are faced with a mirror of entrails that are both otherworldy and our own, and we think this must be the end, this must be where reality strikes and someone is saved.  But no, Copy and Pasty My Eyes shows us that there is no happy ending to be found in this tale.  Clarity is not to be found.  “Here, at the entrance/exist, blinding dust is everywhere.

from a NEW Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM , a collaborative poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole.

The chapbook was published earlier this year by Hyacinth Girl Press.

The review was written by AJ Huffman and published earlier today by Sein und Werden.

You can read the review in its entirety here -http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/mutant.html

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You can acquire yourself a copy of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM here - http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

New Review of House on Fire by Susan Yount (Blood Pudding Press, 2014)

An amazing new review of "House on Fire", Susan Yount's 2014 contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, thank you to AJ Huffman and Sein und Werden!

In the poem, "Sissy," we see a portrait of futility:  a little girl holding a dead goat; a sister pretending to get help--"to call the vet"; the little girl refusing to give up as she "Breathes into him/as hard as she can."  This poem eloquently defines the perpetual cycle of abuse that, more finitely, rears its head in later poems.  The cycle of devastation, of pretending, of wishing maybe it isn't true, of hoping that if we believe and if we pretend and if we continue it will suddenly be something else, come back to life, when all the time we know such devastation is final, is death.

READ THE WHOLE REVIEW by A J Huffman here:

http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/yount.html

Then buy the book here: 

https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_feat_3