Here Kitty
Dust particles gather over my chest in the darkness. I don’t have to open my eyes. I can smell them: talcum and wood shavings. It’s the scent you had, from the day I brought you home from the shelter to …
Rapt and Ruptured
A parade of unsettling paradoxes are at the strange and staggering heart of Anna Van Valkenburg’s debut poetry collection, Queen and Carcass. From the first poem, we’re introduced to the surrealist cacophony of Van Valkenburg’s world and its many …