Nothing in “I Am Evidence” is groundbreaking or surprising to anyone who knows anything about how inadequate our law system is regarding this issue specifically.
Sailor J often uses makeup as a vehicle to make other points, but her points have nothing to do with whether makeup itself is a feminist action or product, which is refreshing.
The poetry collection is an even mix of prose, poems and more stylized verses.
I had never read a book so simultaneously blunt yet musical, sparse yet evocative.
The majority of the poems construct and take place in a burlesque purgatory in which the dead perform grotesque replicas of living.
While some of the poems feel like puzzles that include more than a couple extra pieces, most are taut.
There’s no disapproving shadow of judgment cast over the women who partake in behaviors meant to make themselves as appealing and faultless to men as possible. These scenes breathe.
“This is the first time I’ve written to you / and I know now why they call me little witch.”
In “Solve for Desire,” a slim collection of poems, Caitlin Bailey imagines and explores the lives of Georg Trakl and his younger sister Grete, to whom Bailey dedicates the work. Georg Trakl was a late 19th-century Austrian poet who struggled with addiction, served in the army, attempted suicide and died of a drug overdose that may have been intentional. Grete committed suicide at a party a few years later. The extent of their relationship is unknown.
Finding spaces like San Junipero — spaces of at least partial escape, happiness to be found on unwatched street corners, on timeless dance floors — is still a radical enough feeling for queer people.