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Issue #2: DreadGloom Mediation Industrial Center is an informational blackhole. It seems to draw endless suspicion, but no one can say much with any certainty. Strange hallways, experimental procedures, missing workers, mysterious deaths, conspiracies, rituals, chants, slime. Open this book with caution. Restricted Access. No unauthorized personnel beyond this point...

Ablation is an elegy to Stegeman LeMay's mom, who died in 2020, and, simultaneously, a love letter to Stegeman LeMay's young daughter. The book was written in the liminal spaces opened by birth, death, and trauma. It contains poems, hybrid text, images as windows and thread as a form of healing. The book's materials coalesce and surface, waves washing along the thresholds of control and chaos, form and formlessness. These thresholds become points of divergence, where what's essential is carried forward, where all else is transformed and unshored.

Queer, strange, grotesque: eight intimate fictions give voice to bodies at the margins as they yearn and claw at their own flesh. Some of these bodies flicker in and out of reality; some find rebirth in a sentient disease; some consume the bowels of their lovers; others wrestle with sexual awakening at the hands of a giant stone in the wide American prairie. Bristling with defiance, cruel but tender, "One or Several Deserts" bends reality with a logic all its own.

The Bringers of Fruit: An Oratorio is a polyvocalic retelling of the Persephone myth that investigates memory, code, and relationships.Elizabeth Switaj's Bringers of Fruit continues Switaj's long standing engagement with myth, seen in her previous books, A Broken Sanctuary and Magdalene & the Mermaids. With the repeating refrain "I almost got away with it," readers wait expectantly for a confrontation that doesn't come, but instead morphs into alternate narratives. Unlike other poets' engagements with lyrical tropes, Switaj does not use mythology as a form of coerced conventionality that is often seen; she's got code. These myths, updated for the modern world, have MP3s, Ray-bans, html coding, "join my band," as well as scientific language and imagery: we encounter "prions," "origami cells," "nucleotides," "monomers," and "cyanosis." These poems show an examined emotionality fused with the abstract as survival technique - "cerebral snow." - Carrie HunterCorpselords and chthonic gods congregate in Elizabeth Switaj's underworldly "grumble of lights." Myth and form alike shiver, shrivel, and arrive in the space "where moon/ snails suck the marrow from bones/ they've pierced." These necrocantos sing the fugue songs of the dead that won't die. May we all have a psychopomp as deft of ear and image as Switaj to lead us through this encoded hell. - Candice Wuehle