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The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: How Darkness Enters a Body by Sarah Nichols



This selection comes from the collection How Darkness Enters a Body by Sarah Nichols, available from Porkbelly Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of seven chapbooks, including Little Sister (Grey Book Press, 2018) and Dreamland for Keeps (Porkbelly Press, 2018.) Her poems and essays have also appeared in Dream Pop Press, Drunk Monkeys, Memoir Mixtapes, and the RS 500.

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

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The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie



This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie



This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie



This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie



This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

PROJECT BOOKSHELF: NIK BUHLER

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As you can see, my bookshelf isn’t so much a bookshelf as it is multiple bookshelves and stacks of unplaced new buys. As a virgo sun, I am extremely anal about having everything in alphabetical order (by authors last name, of course) to achieve the feel of a real home library. However, as a gemini moon and sagittarius rising, I can never buy just one book! Because of this, I often end up purchasing books by the tens and twenties, resulting in the stacks of books haphazardly thrown on shelves while my anxiety screams about how disorganized it is as well as how long it will take to organize.

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I love collecting odd trinkets that catch my eye for whatever reason whether they be weird, interesting, or funny. Various shelves are adorned with these trinkets such as my hungry hippo, old lost photographs, glowing alien toys, and carved wooden stump. Similarly to my fascination with odd trinkets, I have a fascination with odd books. Many books found on my shelves are those found browsing places like yard sales, GoodWill, and McKay’s. Funky books like my ombré, vapor-wave copy of Hamlet, my copy of The Practical Guide to Tarot and the Runes, and a copy of Woodburning with Style add a fun flare to my collection and opportunities to read on fun things I might not have normally picked up.

 

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Additionally, I have many books of sentimental value that have been passed along through my grandmother, aunts, my mother, and finally I such as my collection of Steven King novels or original copy of A Night to Remember. These books have been well taken care of for many years and you can feel the love in the pages. They mean so much to me as the first novels I ever owned – though perhaps that is slightly macabre. Similarly, I have an unfortunate obsession with Franz Kafka and own every book he has published, including a completed work of texts just to be absolutely sure i’ve missed nothing! I even own a collection of aphorisms that I carry around like the world’s worst bible.

The rest of my books are miscellaneous selections left over from English and Philosophy classes taken previously at UT. As a double major in two reading and writing intensive studies, i’ve managed to amass quite the collection of novels and academic texts, all of which I still enjoy reading to this day despite the fact that they may of been attained for a simple freshman 101 course. If you asked me to pick a favorite book from my shelves, I don’t think I could do it; I simply have too many to decide!

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Nik Buhler is a queer poet from middle Tennessee who attends the University of Tennessee, Knoxville where they are a senior who studies English Literature and Philosophy. When they are not at home chainsmoking, drinking beer, and playing with their adorable cats, Buhler can be found in coffee shops and libraries craving fries, furiously typing out papers due the next day, and screaming about the existentialist movements influence on modern literature.

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The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie


This selection comes from the collection We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds by Sarah Sadie, available from Lit Fest Press. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Sarah Sadie is the founder/owner of Odonata Creative, a Kaizen-Muse guiddess to all realms creative, and a Qoya dance teacher. Former Poet Laureate of Madison, she now works with women and men in small groups, workshops, classes and 1:1 to help them identify  their creative passion and audacity through small steps and interesting questions.

We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds”  is her second full-length collection. You can find out more about her at her website: www.odonatacreative.com

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

 

The Wardobe’s Best Dressed: Bird of the Indian Subcontinent by Subhashini Kaligotla

 

THE LORD’S PRAYER

You see advantage in this recent gazing in your direction.
Nothing could be closer to falsehood. Since collection

the faithful is vital to your traffic, perform
an easy feat. Why don’t you?

Not one of your phony miracles. Not a stay
against memory not a nostrum for blindness.

No, a simple thing for one so used to ruining.
Learn, simply, to talk back.

At least consider my shame. Stop showing by not showing.

***

I wouldn’t be flattered if I were you. There’s no one here,
and these nights—cataracts, which pillars of tallow

couldn’t melt or warm—show no relent, atomizing
into filaments that outline the bridge. So I turn to you, and call…

No answer. Not even the dispatch of an echo.
Lord, how poor you are. How indifferent

to bulletins transmitted daily from this place.

***

Is this how you picked up your other acolytes?
Starve an animal and he will obey: learn your tricks,

jump through rings of fire, prance and, if you whistle,
pirouette on hind legs in a fluff pink tutu.

***

Talk is cheap, lord, and yours has grown cheapers by the hour.

Bargain basement. A flea market vending other people’s junk.

But I won’t let you keep me on souvenirs and garage sale glories.

I want to know. What have you done for me lately?

Send me a sign, a compass, a silver Corvette, anything,

Lord, even an unreadable, inscrutable boy will do. I need you.

***

I took the bus from town. Traveled all day
in the heat without so much as an ice chip
for comfort. Then another two hours

to climb the hill. This is how you test devotion.
The nice black dress I put on for you
might as well be made of dust. And the other

desperate souls? Morons. Pushing and shoving
like cattle, as if this was some kind of cheap
fair or carnival. And you? You only listened

to the cripple—dragged her up here by a friend,
wobbly on his knees, crying at the tip of his lungs
(Who does he think he’s fooling?), intruding

on the rest of us praying quietly: Look at me,
look at me, me, me, me, as if shouting
your pain means you suffer more. Father

in heave, save me. Make me whole. Cure
my afflictions.

***

Since I detect no pattern in the tea leaves, the jumble
of stars, the ash heap—

no clairvoyant I, no rain dancer, epileptic griot,
decipherer of entrails
and smoke rings, not even blinks and twitches
and hand signals, gestures of mood and ambition—

so what could I make of your miserliness,
your abundance?

***

At first content with contact, you now demand devotion—
the kind that comes with penance, ignorance even.

***

Build me a house, you said, fill it with oil lamps and keep them burning.
Let the flowers be fresh and fragrant, pile the sweetmeats high
on silver platters, ring the bells and burn the camphor. Weave me

silks and muslins, fashion me girdles and armbands, powder the vermillion,
paste the sandal and gather the cassia, compose eulogies, lord
you said, tune the instruments, beat the drums, caparison the beasts

of burden, polish the brass. Send in the dancing girls, invite the priests,
light the sacred fires, pour the ghee and let the singing begin, call me
you said, beautiful wandering, call me blue-black, call me handsme

lord of the mountains, call me almond, call me thief, call me heart,
call me honey, call me lover. Call me. Call me lord.


This selection comes from Bird of the Indian Subcontinent, available from the (Great) Indian Poetry Collective. Order your copy here. Our curator for October is Tausha Fouts.

Subhashini Kaligotla is a poet and architectural historian of medieval India. A graduate of Columbia University’s MFA program in Creative Writing and a Kundiman poetry fellow, she has published in such journals as The Caravan, diode, LUMINA, New England Review, and The Literary Review. Anthology appearances include collections of Indian and diaspora poetry, most notably Penguin India’s 60 Indian Poets and The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets. Kaligotla is Assistant Professor of South Asian Art at Yale University.

Tasha Fouts is the 2018-2019 SAFTA Writer in Residence at Firefly Farms.  She received her MFA from Bowling Green State University.  Her work has appeared in Salt Hill, Bateau, Glass, Birds Piled Loosely, and Small Portions.  She is a co-founder and an editor at Packingtown Review and hosts the podcast Getting Drunk with Writers.

Project Bookshelf: Grace Prial

Admittedly, this project felt at first to me like one of the most intimate get-to-know-yous I’ve ever experienced. Nonetheless, after some hedging about it, I decided to be transparent, rather than shy away or curate something––if I’m feeling shy about it, it’s because it’s probably also one of the most effective get-to-know-yous I’ve ever experienced. I love my bookshelf. More than just the stories on the pages, it’s got the fabric of my life folded into it.

It goes something like this: 1) whatever I consider “classics,” from ancients to romantics to modernists, 2) prized possessions, 3) coursework books and contemporary lit, 4) history and political theory, and 5) art, poetry and anthologies, plus a small pile I’ve been looking at recently and can’t fit back on the shelves. Really, I could, if I took down shelf 2’s corner for photographs, art made by people I love, and treasure boxes, but that would be impossible. I need to be able to see those as much as I do my copy of Decantations, an essay collection by my paternal grandfather, my first edition copy of Timebends, Arthur Miller’s autobiography gifted to me by a college professor, the weightless yet 1,164-page complete works of Shakespeare, printed on onion paper and used by both my father and me through our respective English degrees, my high-school copy of Lolita, read so many times now it’s held together by a rubber band, a Spanish workbook from 1935 gifted to me by my maternal grandmother called El Patio de los Naranjos… And others. This prized collection is held up by a makeshift bookend: two pieces of metal unevenly welded together by my younger brother when he was still learning.

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I have no doubt that a complete investigation into this bookshelf may very well reveal everything there is to know about me. I’ve listed some of the more precious items by way of introduction, but truly every title on these shelves points to a moment in my life when I learned something profound, when my worldview changed or expanded, when I was challenged, comforted, incited, or inspired. These shelves are my journey up to this point, they reflect what I know, how I think, what I love. Now, that said, it’s time to add more.

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Grace Prial is a graduate of Rutgers University–Newark with a BA in English. She lives in New Jersey and is passionate about her studies on the reflection of political movements in literature.

 

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Sundress Academy for the Arts Introduces “Broodside” Fundraiser

This summer the Sundress Academy for the Arts lost all of their chickens to a predator (Vampire weasel? Angry raccoon? We are still unsure.). Now we need your help to restock the coop!

For a tax-deductible $20 donation, you will receive a free broadside of Ina Cariño’s poem “Feast.” The proceeds from each broadside sold will purchase a chicken or duck for Firefly Farms, where they will lay eggs, entertain residents, eat bugs, and attempt to annoy our sheep, Munchma the goat, and Jayne the donkey.

The Sundress Academy for the Arts (SAFTA), a 501(c)3 non-profit, was founded in 2013 at Firefly Farms in Knoxville, Tennessee. Nestled in an old-fashioned “holler” just twenty minutes from downtown, this picturesque 45-acre farm is home to one photogenic donkey (Jayne), a small herd of sheep, and a flock of backyard chickens & ducks (purchased by you!). Firefly Farms is the perfect artists’ getaway, where visitors can hone their creative crafts as they escape the routine of modern life. Whether you’re hiking, camping, or foraging, you can connect with nature and be inspired by a part of the Appalachian landscape. SAFTA residents and workshop attendees can also expect to learn a host of new skills from the staff in order to enrich their creative work.

Find out more about how you can donate here.

 

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