David Rocklin discusses The Night Language, the larger landscape of appropriation and empathy, immigration and power structures, and intimacy and representation.
The systems created for men by men are not sufficient in caring for women. Different bodies and chemical makeups, of course, require different treatments.
These poems cast a spell, feverish and lyric, punctuated by moments of clarity: glass-sharp, hard-hitting, grounding us for just a moment, a breath, an ache.
[S]quint at the story one way and you see a woman’s life hollowed out by the very privilege that allows her to coast; look at it from another angle and you see a regular person living a multi-faceted, flawed life.