Books

ULTRAMEGAPRAIRIELAND (Bloof Books) “....Elisabeth Workman’s exuberantly brain-being-eaten-by-larvae poems in Ultramegaprairieland capture the exact moment when stoopid beguiles the heart, transforming our stunned disbelief at the meaningless vacuity of everything in the United States of Duh, Wha Hoppen? into a revelatory hush.” —K. Silem Mohammad | | | “This is your book, reader, in moments of faltering joie de vivre; this is your book, poet, in moments of faltering ingenuity; this is your book, rabble-rouser, in moments of faltering rouse. This book is you, you: a roiling surface with a sky blue center serenely untouched. This is a most ungrim grimoire. This is where to sit at a disaster. This is the motherf*&%ing thunderbitch.” —Sharon Mesmer | | | “Though deeply subjective and instinctual, ULTRAMEGAPRAIRIELAND’s poems feel surprisingly universal and welcoming—a safe space in which to brace ourselves against the onslaught....The poems feel like good news: we’re alive, and can’t help but want to stay that way. It may get ugly, but it already is.” —Jennifer L. Knox

ENDLESSNESS IS NO DESOLATION (Dusie Press) "To blurb this book, I submerged my brain in its popping polyvatic village cauldron, its speaking sung thru me like comets as cosmic Cuntos. These are unbinding spells. Give consciousness back to the matriarchy. Wouldn't the mothering of consciousness be better? Secretes E, her potions conjunct her linguistic glamour. She unspirals us from patriarchal overmind, while pregnant and dancing forth into space with the goddesses. This arrow is so sharp and plumed. Pleasure. Badass. Brilliant. Lava. Matrilineal gnosis. Revolution, she says and does: afterbirth it, claim, re-enact, cuntify it. Spell your spell. As Freud was wrong about women he was wrong about death (duh). Drive? Death can be mothered. Father Uterus* (*Hiromi Ito). Channeling as uterine prerogative ('spiked ghost blossoms.') FEED YOUR HEAR. Mother's milk/tongue. RIDE IAMBIC PIGS. LOL let's crack it open and BE NO DESOLATION. Be witchery, wall-less, altered, alert. 'We might reclaim killjoy to mean an ample empathy.' Be these magical actions. Absolutely feminine, disobedient, radiant, scathing." -Sarah Fox