Blake Wallin

Transformative Analysis: a review of Rebekah Morgan’s Hotel Alexander

Blake WallinApril 17, 2020

Rebekah chose the hotel as a (transitional) waystation between modes of being, modes of identity—modes of being that are transient and both spring from and nece...

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About Time: a review of Carolyn Forché’s In the Lateness of the World

Blake WallinMarch 13, 2020

It has become a commonplace to bash the preeminent poet Carolyn Forché for allegedly trauma-seeking, risk-averse poetic practice, especially after her second co...

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Replacing Furballs with Truffles: a review of Juliette Sebock’s How My Cat Saved My Life

Blake WallinFebruary 14, 2020

I never thought I would finish – much less enjoy – a poetry collection solely devoted to our feline friends, but here we are. Clichés are about currency. If ...

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Poetry by Its Own Name: a review of Homie by Danez Smith

Blake WallinJanuary 26, 2020

If the bait-and-switch of the title bothers you, this is not the book for you. The results of approaching this book far outweigh Danez Smith’s previous two coll...

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The Death of Nihilism: A review of Noah Cicero’s GIVE IT TO THE GRAND CANYON

Blake WallinJanuary 10, 2020

Ah, the Grand Canyon. Purveyor of crushed dreams and desperation, overseer of Vegas excess and western stoicism, keeper of our nation’s hopes and secrets. &n...

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Sight Check

Blake WallinJuly 5, 2019

In the early 1800s, a boy named Leo is selected to be the next Pope after he writes an obscene sentence on a classroom chalkboard in a dusty English board...

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All the President’s Dogs

Blake WallinDecember 6, 2018

This is an excerpt from a fantasy satire novel entitled More Perfect August 27, 2211 (10:00am) The President rode his coattails into whatever form...

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Late – for Brett, 2015

Blake WallinApril 26, 2018

Like a monk without a habit, I steal down bike lanes in snow, bridge the gap between was and where, thread the needle through growing hair. I take country...

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Here’s Where

Blake WallinOctober 4, 2017

People I know places I go/ make me feel tongue tied./ I can see how people look down,/ they’re on the inside./ Here’s where the story ends “Here’s Where th...

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