Sundress Reads: Review of Differential Diagnosis

Sundress Reads

Cavar’s sophomore poetry collection, Differential Diagnosis (Northwestern University Press, 2026) is a visceral dissection of postmodern anxieties through the lens of trans* and Mad experiences. Reminiscent of Joanna Klink and Lyn Hejinians surreal work and, more broadly, a long lineage of Mad literature, the collection also uses quotes and footnotes to engage in conversation with writers like Michel Foucault, Jos Charles, Kim Hyesoon, T. S. Eliot, and Evelyn Berry. The body of the work both structurally and thematically expresses the gravity of grief, lamenting lost time and the limitations of language. The speaker uses sullen puns to play with language despite resignation and fatigue after enduring years of obscurity. The voice of this collection is a prolonged exhalation of exile woven through a variety of loose forms and unconventional syntax, the solemnity inextricable from the structure. In other words, the form augments the content, a harmony that consistent and effective collections aspire to accomplish.

The primary arc of Differential Diagnosis, as alluded to by its title and eponymous series of poems, involves postmodern and metapoetic anxieties about language. In “Substitution Poem,” the speaker is distanced from the self, a dissociated caricature or “stick figure… in crisis” (Cavar 29). They tend to be assertive but not authoritative, with an unspoken hope that the reader will respect and affirm declarations of a self that has been chronically undermined and underestimated. This “stick figure” frequently slips into compulsive disclaimers and self-sabotage as self-defense, only rarely snapping under pressure with exclamations like, “I am sick / to fuck of being sensible!” (10). In “Envy Narrative,” they briefly admit, “I have myself to blame. She can’t / Be trusted” then turn to the reader for support, asking, “Do you understand?” as if anticipating revulsion or rejection (42).

Similar self-deprecation appears in “My First Crime” with the lamentation, “I am have never been cage-free. Always compensating for something” (40). Under relentless external and internal scrutiny, the speaker eventually crumples into humility—“What exactly is required of me, I can’t / do it… Am I worth all I am capable of doing. This cruel / Knowledge” (Cavar 58). This is a striking example of the quintessential metapoetic voice, both self-referential and confessional, resigning to the shortcomings of the self. This collection’s place in postmodern poetry, especially trans* and Mad lineages, is evident in the confessional nature of these self-portrait poems.

The urgent insecurities of Differential Diagnosis orbit around the act of naming. From a trans* and Mad perspective, gender and sexuality markers and medical diagnoses can be both a constructive and inadequate constraint. Even selecting a new name for oneself is a fraught journey of grappling with language and the self, its own microcosm of metapoetics. In a rare moment of conviction, the speaker expresses early on, “I believe I have / No name but rather perhaps dent or event… This thing / sends me into dark places / where the nameless live” (8). To be nameless is undesirable and disorienting, associated with trauma (“dent or event”). Who holds the power of naming—the self or the other? Is naming an internal or external process?

These questions and more guide us through the central conflict. One possible resolution is, “Name goes to its grave a secret. / Name is anecdotal / evidence” (49). A name can be a subject, a proper noun, a pronoun, a narrative. It can be fleeting. It can be dismissed. The eighth poem in the titular “Differential Diagnosis” sequence narrates, “You spot my wrong a while / away. You may / Get even to name it, for good / or ill” (31). The act of articulating and labeling is a coveted privilege. The speaker goes as far as to say, “I am helpless in the face / Of my own legitimacy,” identifying their own powerlessness to externally imposed labels. However, as many disabled and Mad folks know, a diagnosis can also provide clarity in suffering and even a redemptive relief that one’s experiences are not imagined but recognized. In other words, “my name is the sick of my illness. i am good / and named” (45).

In correspondence with the omnipresent dread and desire surrounding the act of naming, the collection delays assigning any specific terminology to its speaker. The word “autism” does not appear until halfway through the book, compared to “a backward / flower,” both natural and unnatural (37). The term “anorexia nervosa” is explicitly absent for even longer, and begrudgingly personified as something that “struggles / to name itselves” followed by a footnote innuendo calling it “That big / bad word” (50-51). Having pursued and yet postponed these diagnoses, the speaker clarifies, “I am not sure I believe in all the things wrong with me” (32). Presumably, possessing the terminology to name their experiences did not provide the desired clarity, instead lending them to experience further neglect and shame: “Being disordered is a manner / of being out of order, that is, insequential, that is, inconsequential” (59).

The idea of wrongness and disorder expands from the specificity of diagnosis until it begins to degrade the definitions by which we understand reality. In yet another installment of introspection, the speaker tells us, “I don’t know / about you, but I was born in the wrong / episteme.” (18). This collection and its narrator dwell outside the realm of accepted knowledge, condemned to feel defective and dysfunctional compared to an unknown other. Structurally, the poem uses enjambment and spacing to emphasize a crucial confession: “I don’t know.” In another piece, a doctor tells the speaker, “‘No theory will protect you here. / Redemarcate the boundaries / of your knowing’” (60). The poem frames this sage wisdom as professional advice, both relevant within the context of diagnosis and the broader, metapoetic contemplations about redefining knowledge.

Another aspect of naming to consider is gender identity and the queering of language. At one point, the speaker self-identifies as “a victim of the / pronouns” (34). The consistent voice of the collection establishes a new grammar of gender, playing with visual text through homonyms, capitalization, abbreviation, and even font size. Which elements are interchangeable and fluid? Which are rigid and therefore brittle? Readers must parse through unconventional syntax as if they are hearing English for the first time, daring them to participate in meaning-making. The audience is invited to suspend their disbelief and become a co-conspirator in the speaker’s testimony: “Can you help me pass into a new mythology?” (6). This intimate dynamic later becomes a demand: “Get my name and fuck me / with it. / I delight with delicious / Literacy” (31). In the world of Differential Diagnosis, the act of description is inherently sensual.

This sensuality is facilitated by both the anatomical and metaphorical body, with a recurring motif of “holes” representing anything from emptiness, orifices, wounds, and gaps, but also etymologically connected to themes of “holiness” and “wholeness.” Is the speaker being literal or figurative in saying, “I have… many / unofficial holes” (18)? Does this refer to trans* corporeality that defies conventional labels, or something more metaphysical? One poem is titled “You are holy, your [Name*] is holy, etc.” and another says, “i am wholly the wait of the name” (54). This play on words creates a paradox of presence and absence, “weight” and “wait,” what is included in a name and what is left out, what language can do and what it fails to do. One humorous yet rueful scene finds the speaker “trying to fill a basket. / But there’s / You guessed it / A hole” (66). The physical and metaphysical are reunited when one poem reckons with “The backbreaking / Labor of being born, nay, / Of being known,” a state of intimacy that comes at great cost to the ego (25).

The ambient caution regarding labels and “being known” is not unwarranted. One poem hypothesizes, “Let’s say I’m a monster. Say poetry made me this way. Let’s say words / are monsters trying to become sentences. Let’s say it’s pathological” (21). This passage sheds light on the pathologized pathos of trans* and disabled bodies. The motifs of monsters and marginalization appear throughout the text. “The Ways of the Monster” is declarative and abrupt: “We are in the gutter. / Someone narrows the aperture” (17). The window of inclusion is closing, and the oppressor is nameless and therefore blameless. The ambiguity and anonymity of “we” and “someone” nevertheless establish a dichotomy. Who is included and who is excluded?

Despite grappling with an ostracized existence, the speaker expresses a profound longing for life, imploring the universe to “send me to that great sad / struggling world of things” (15). The collection contemplates the cost versus capacity of language in a postmodern world, with the apostrophic prayer, “Name don’t kill me just bring me someplace / I can live” (49). The speaker comes to terms with the “many unknowns… and even more / diversions” that “made me everything but dead and in / that way twice as killable,” acknowledging that being open and available to a full life renders one vulnerable to exploitation and harm (19). The collection even goes as far as to declare, “Being born wrong is a gift” (48). This bittersweet philosophy manages to reconcile the speaker’s pain from a life in the margins of madness and queerness with everything their identity has illuminated. They resolve “to stick to horrors within my / comprehension” and accept their physical and spiritual limitations, “because to end the bad’s / to end the whole thing” (63). The ideas of “wrongness” and “wholeness” become one.

Reading this collection as a trans* and Mad poet with many of the same thematic obsessions, I found Differential Diagnosis to be a highly cohesive and effective deconstruction of how we attempt and sometimes fail to relate to one another as humans of intersectional experiences. These poems simultaneously wrestle with, transcend, and concede to the boundaries of the written word. They “invent a value / -system as consistent / as nonsensical” (25). Just like its author, this work is a paradox incarnate that resists labeling, a bittersweet celebration of complexity and the human condition (25).

Differential Diagnosis is available for purchase from Northwestern University Press


Zoe Korte is a queer and mad poet whose work has appeared in Roi FainéantMaudlin House, new words {press}, FoglifterRoom MagazineEunoia Review, and elsewhere. They have earned degrees in English, Spanish, and Ancient Greek from the University of Missouri. They live with their partner in St. Louis, where they work for Sundress Publications and the Missouri History Museum. You can find them on Instagram @zoekpoetry or Bluesky @mostlymosspoetry.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney (YesYes Books 2023).

TELEPHONE

I am beginning to view the body as a well I could shout Hello Hello into
call it a mistake hang up out of alarm because tell me what you thought
you were doing answering when you’ve been dead five whole years? And is
it really you? How have you kept alive? What have you grown down
there in the gloom of after like salt? Perhaps I should say mine the body
is a salt mine And I never call but you answer anyway Was it ever
cheerful? The sound called ringing Don’t talk to me please
don’t tell me I need you disoriented buried alive clawing your way
up from the mouth of a cave to show me the way home and tell me what
does this even mean?

Tell me to spread open my palms cut another deck of cards face up these
lines arch me far from home I cannot stop from coming my fate are
you what brings me here my annihilating angel? Everyone knows that
when you die you learn everything so tell me about my life Tell me
about my sun line my one day call me bitch I love that hands-on
unmaking and making I must impossibly bloom forth that tallest mountain
I dial the dead and you answer Hand me the telephone give me your ice
your hour of starving your naked promise me I will die dark haired
and one day you and I will burn buildings together for warmth Speak to
me Tell me about me I want to be believed


Jill Mceldowney (she/her) is the author of the full-length collections Alydar (YesYes Books, forthcoming 2026) and Otherlight (YesYes Books 2023), winner of a North American Book Award. She is found and editor of Madhouse Press. She is a recipient of a grant from the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico. Her previously published word can be found in publications such as The Academy of American Poets, Prairie Schooner, Tupelo Quarterly, Frontier, Muzzle, and other notable publications.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney (YesYes Books 2023).

DREAM TREE

We are playing that child’s game of guess what I’m saying underwater,

a game of who can stay
submerged longest,
             who can listen longest to the voices of the dead.

You say: Give me your watch. I’ll time you. How long can you hold—?

And how precious is time,
how long wine waits to peak,
how long do we have
              before time fills our love with blood?

I look up at you across the swimming pool and I should not be afraid,
              I can see the bottom of the water
and it is safe and blue and clear
but already you are beginning to blur.

Time takes everything.
Wait with me, wait
for fingers of ice to climb you
the last possible moment
             before rising
                            for air or to leave.

But how could I ever
leave you?



Who better
             knows my gravity? Who will love me knowing
the cost of love is love? Who else
loves me blackout
             drunk, out of my mind, vicious

with this rare, never want this night to end,
with this leave your life,
kind of love?

You bring me wine for my hangovers,
you call me back from
blood on the brain
            when I inhale too much water.

Time long stops the heart
This place
            is the place where you leave me.
I can’t tell what you are shouting into the water
            but the question never was what are you trying to say

it is how long will you stay
knowing all that we are promised is loss.
Promise me

when you think of me
            you will think of me

as the river of light
             you would do anything to cross.
Promise me I will see you again
             even though I will never



see you again. We will never repeat—

               not in the same way,
not exactly,
not when more
               than a swimming pool stands between us.

Each time the dream comes after

I will have less.
I will go back
              to before I saw the sky.

I will take you with me
I will take you back

into this water. I will never move from this where,
this water where
              always

I find you.


Jill Mceldowney (she/her) is the author of the full-length collections Alydar (YesYes Books, forthcoming 2026) and Otherlight (YesYes Books 2023), winner of a North American Book Award. She is found and editor of Madhouse Press. She is a recipient of a grant from the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico. Her previously published word can be found in publications such as The Academy of American Poets, Prairie Schooner, Tupelo Quarterly, Frontier, Muzzle, and other notable publications.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Otherlight by Jill Mceldowney (YesYes Books 2023).

BOUND FOR

Lightning so angry half the lights floated
blacked, flickered, came back

            and I filled my bathtub with water in case of a true outage,
an emergency-emergency. Why were you

at the bottom of those pools that—in the dark—
beware me of blood? I look to the water. I see

you clawing at your own throat,

strangers promising
                     He’s in a better place.

          What better—what life
after this—too late

for naloxone, too late for Heaven,

new earth. I sit here perpetually
              inventing lives more terrifying to live—

as if reality were not enough. I hope you never know
how far, how deep
my grief dragged me—the everydayness



of walking empty
                              grocery stores, parking lots, quiet fluorescents,
the quiet telephone.

I think that I am alive—once,

                                                    you said Lobsters,
you said something with their chromosomes,
you said the only thing time does for them is grow

I think that I am alive now
because you are not.

If there is a world in which the dead speak, let them
tell me what it’s worth—your name
so difficult to say.  


Jill Mceldowney (she/her) is the author of the full-length collections Alydar (YesYes Books, forthcoming 2026) and Otherlight (YesYes Books 2023), winner of a North American Book Award. She is found and editor of Madhouse Press. She is a recipient of a grant from the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico. Her previously published word can be found in publications such as The Academy of American Poets, Prairie Schooner, Tupelo Quarterly, Frontier, Muzzle, and other notable publications.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Noctuary by C. Rees


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Noctuary by C. Rees (Host Publications 2026).

Beside the black poplars

my father ran against his own spectre’d brain   his sadness   his cramped hunger cabinet
kicked the water-logged soccer ball through the acre and back


                        the dead translate our bodies as reeds voice a marsh
          find their way back like fugitive monks from a night we’ve never seen
                        tucked beneath their robes the books they bear are their bodies


          their fingers are long shadows                         their cheeks scuffed as sitting-stones
                        their shoulders torqued like St. Sturgeon suspended from his tree
                                                                            and feet        grandmother’s
                                                                            and feet        worm-worn spars of wood
                                                                            and feet        father’s feet his mother’s tributary
                                                                            the perennial bones
                                                                            unfurl grass through the grass


C. Rees (they/them) is a queer poet and bookseller whose work contends with contamination and complicity, emergent ecologies, hauntings, and porousness. Their first poetry collection, NOCTUARY, will be published by Host Publications in 2026. C. was raised in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, Lenni-Lenape land, and currently lives in Austin, TX, on Comanche, Lipan Apache, Coahuiltecan, Tonkawa, and Jumanos land. They hold an MFA in Poetry from the New Writers Project at UT Austin. They are ideologically and materially committed to a free Palestine.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


Meet Our New Intern: Yuanhao Lin

I started reading seriously in college, but I began telling stories much earlier, in elementary school. Before I knew enough Chinese characters to write stories, I filled my notebooks with drawings of imaginary worlds inspired by the fantasy stories I loved—Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, World of Warcraft, and Final Fantasy. I even invited my friends to become characters in those worlds. I have no idea where those notebooks are now, but I still remember the immense joy of inventing stories.

As I grew older, I discovered English as a more adequate language for my storytelling. I dreamed in Chinese before I learned to write. English became the language through which I learned how to shape those dreams into fiction. Its precision, syntactic flexibility, and ability to render subtle shifts in time and perspective opened up new possibilities in my writing. Learning to write in English not only expanded my imagination but also gave me the tools to transform imagination into literature.

I took my first introductory creative writing class during my freshman year at NYU and wrote a series of memoir vignettes. That class was the first time I realized writing could be a lifelong pursuit. Around the same time, I began reading literary fiction. I was captivated by William Faulkner’s nonlinear manipulation of time, drawn into Fyodor Dostoevsky’s morally turbulent world, fascinated by Orhan Pamuk’s intricate labyrinths of memory and identity, and impressed by Alice Munro’s expansive portraits of Ontario. Their works reshaped my understanding of what fiction could do.

These writers encouraged me to ask questions that continue to guide my own work: How do we define ourselves? Where is the boundary between the self and others? How do we navigate the tensions between languages, cultures, and histories in an increasingly interconnected world?

Today, I am committed to writing about the Asian diaspora. Inspired by writers such as Yiyun Li, Kyle Liang, and Shangyang Fang, I explore displacement, belonging, and cultural inheritance through fiction. As an Asian immigrant in the United States, I am still searching for my own place within American society. That ongoing search shapes my writing and motivates my desire to support emerging writers and help bring their voices into the world.


Yuanhao, an East Asian with light skin and shoulder-length blond hair, sits on a gray couch and smiles at the camera. They are wearing silver half-rim glasses, a light yellow pleated top, and black pants. An open book rests on their lap.

Yuanhao Lin is a fiction writer from Beijing, China, and an MFA candidate in Creative Writing at Columbia University. Their work has appeared in Breakwater Review. In 2025, they were shortlisted for the StoryQuarterly Fiction Prize and the Madison Review Chris O’Malley Prize in Fiction. When they’re not writing, they enjoy cooking and playing Mahjong. This summer, they plan to read W. G. Sebald and learn how to make Schweinshaxe.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Noctuary by C. Rees


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Noctuary by C. Rees (Host Publications 2026).

Repeating the names of the dead the names of the dead

I hear that water keeps sound endlessly, a field ringing with voices.

Your names have been lost down the river we grew beside, the river that killed some of us.



Caught like flood debris against the wingdam.


Taking off down the Delaware toward Trenton, and further on to the sea’s ringing vacancy.


Or, like how light through water frays toward darkness and the riverbed.

All of you down there, current.



I open my lips, and water makes me home.


C. Rees (they/them) is a queer poet and bookseller whose work contends with contamination and complicity, emergent ecologies, hauntings, and porousness. Their first poetry collection, NOCTUARY, will be published by Host Publications in 2026. C. was raised in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, Lenni-Lenape land, and currently lives in Austin, TX, on Comanche, Lipan Apache, Coahuiltecan, Tonkawa, and Jumanos land. They hold an MFA in Poetry from the New Writers Project at UT Austin. They are ideologically and materially committed to a free Palestine.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Noctuary by C. Rees


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Noctuary by C. Rees (Host Publications 2026).

River of Lamentation

I grew up swarming for the love of men
who are now mostly old, or dead and naked in dirt.
I find them crawling over old photos, not ghosts,
but hives of caught light.

Faded at 24, Uncle Al in the clutch
of colorized film. He gazes at an open fire.
The river is brackish with summer.

The dead are a kind of grain.
A resident imperfection
                            in life’s material.
In the footage of Reactor 4 Shevchenko shot
three days after the meltdown, radiation opened
its eyes and mouths. It still speaks its life,
and eats the tape. In his photo, my uncle
bears a grain he never did in life.
His eyes distance, his body gone.

Static is the war of the ants,
like the living skull my brother lifted
from the blackberry thicket when we were young.
                                        Ants sutured on it false flesh.
When he threw it back, the thorns raked it naked.
                                        Grains, ants, my grandfather’s eyes,
                         the year before, caught in film, caught before
                         the basement. He died



                                                         in exhaust
                                                                     -ion.
At their funerals I looked for them in the bushes,
but nothing crawled back from dying,
                                                                                   only
                                                                 light.


C. Rees (they/them) is a queer poet and bookseller whose work contends with contamination and complicity, emergent ecologies, hauntings, and porousness. Their first poetry collection, NOCTUARY, will be published by Host Publications in 2026. C. was raised in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, Lenni-Lenape land, and currently lives in Austin, TX, on Comanche, Lipan Apache, Coahuiltecan, Tonkawa, and Jumanos land. They hold an MFA in Poetry from the New Writers Project at UT Austin. They are ideologically and materially committed to a free Palestine.

Catherine Garbinsky (they/she) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere. 


Sundress Reads: Review of night myths • • before the body

Sundress Reads
The cover of night myths • • before the body. It is a gray book with a pattern of pressed wildflowers, overcut with gray stripes bearing the title and author's name, abi pollokoff.

Abi Pollokoff’s night myths • • before the body (Red Hen Press, 2025) is a tour de force of inventive language. She constructs an incredibly original poetic landscape via fragmentation, punctuation, dichotomy, and white space—one saturated with feminist critique and riveting social commentary. Pollokoff’s writing is extraordinary and surreal, carrying readers into an intimate meditation around the multiplicities of womanhood.

Like rainfall, the atmosphere of night myths • • before the body is simultaneously staccato and seamless. While reading, I was immediately struck by the innovative creation of compound words that endlessly dot these pages. Within one of the first poems, “wildflower mythology,” words like “stemwrapped,” “soilsoaked,” “goldthreaded,” and “shadowplucked” surprised and delighted me. Although none of these are in the dictionary officially, they felt so deeply accurate, visually-clear, and aesthetically coherent that I would easily vouch for their inclusion. Pollokoff here puts forward her own mythological voice with these words; she establishes her artistic voice and epistemological vision early in the collection to articulate her own becoming. Borrowing from the compound word “wildflower” itself, Pollokoff brilliantly sees patterns already existent in language and generously extends them to other natural phenomena.

Pollokoff’s structure, ordering, and paginal layout are also designed with curiosity, attentiveness, and care. With the eye of an architect and the mind of an artist in communion with her world, she places the sequence “lilies & these eroded” in the center of the book. Pollokoff writes:

weigh the phrase against
its foliage: so much
vastness in the gasping
roots so much in the
gasping tides

here & over that way here
& over that way & here &
here & here &.

Her gorgeous language describing lilies on a shoreline brings together earthy diction like foliage and roots and water imagery. The open vowels in “gasping tides” connect to the vastness of nature. The repeated phrases in the second stanza excerpted above mirror immemorial natural cycles. In the notes section, Pollokoff notes her intention to match “the nadir of the speaker’s emotional self-consideration” with “the vertex of the book’s ‘v.’” The foresight to be
mindful of the physical artifact of her book with the speaker’s interiority is nothing short of remarkable. Pollokoff beautifully gives her speaker a chance to refract, reflect, and grow across the second half.

I resonate strongly with “particular reminders when prayers for the body aren’t enough” for its reflection on womanhood, and more generally, living with a body that changes. Pollokoff’s poignant questioning include vivid images to capture philosophical reflection; for example, “it’s not a question of streets or piano keys / it’s not a question to fill veins with tendrils of curved bark” and “is the body swallowed in fabric to hide / or to hold it.” Anyone who has selected particular articles of clothing based on feeling insecure or ashamed of their body will recognize this speaker’s experience. The title also evokes the social norm to express ‘thoughts and prayers’ instead of offer action to help someone in need. Pollokoff’s poem is a reminder full of smaller reminders for those who wish they were a different shape or who are struggling with changes in their body; she conjures fruits, wrists, cityscapes, and muscles to help readers towards self-acceptance by sitting with their beauty.

The poem “to forest is to hide a woman” also touches on the experience of holding self-doubt and self-love. Pollokoff writes:

i swarm. myself to be a. body. to become. a woman i
am. leeching woman lisping & claiming. a name. for
which i do. not ask i do not ask. to woman i do not want.
to quiver i. want. to know what my insides are. i want.
to know what. is a woman.

i want to know how. my insides are i. want to catch the
dripping. light of stained. glass hanging from. rafters. &
drink it into. me. hold it. hold it close to. breezes &. sing
a little. in the light. don’t make light.

Such wants—to be known, to be understood—are universal. Pollokoff’s fragmented syntax makes a stop and go effect, mirroring the thought process of someone holding uncertainty and desire inside them simultaneously. The periods force me to read more slowly, and through that adjustment, I’m able to recognize more multiplicity of meaning from these words. For example, there would be less room for curiosity in the opening of the second stanza excerpted above if it simply read: “i want to know how my insides are. i want to catch the dripping light of stained glass hanging from rafters…” Because of Pollokoff’s deconstructed and then reconstructed sentence structure, phrases like “my insides are i” echo more clearly, loudly. Moments of defamiliarization with phrases like “light of stained” also piqued my curiosity, making me want to read again and again.

Pollokoff’s commitment to sustaining such an inventive, clever, and transformational poetic across the entirety of night myths • • before the body makes this thoughtfully crafted collection a standout in contemporary poetry, and one I will return to many times. Her unique diction and deep care for humanness will reach those looking for both a cerebral and emotional reading experience.

night myths • • before the body is available from Red Hen Press


Image of Livia, a white woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, smiling at the camera. She is wearing a blue and white striped shirt, as well as a silver necklace.

Livia Meneghin (she/her) is the author of feathering and Honey in My Hair. She is Cofounder and Managing Editor at Two Cardinals Literary. At Sundress Publications, she serves as Assistant Chapbook Editor. Livia has been awarded recognition from the Academy of American Poets, Breakwater Review, The Room Magazine, the City of Boston, and elsewhere. Since earning her MFA in poetry, she teaches writing and literature at the collegiate level. She is a cancer survivor.

The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: Noctuary by C. Rees


This feature, chosen by Guest Editor Catherine Garbinsky, is from Noctuary by C. Rees (Host Publications 2026).

Augury

as the dogwoods told,

                                   a living cousin grew so hungry
                                   he sold his porno magazines and shotgun and collector’s items
                                   his Nintendo and his cheap clothes and still his hunger fumed
                                   he turned on smaller cousins and wolfed them

                 there was fleeing                                 there was chase
                 chaste descriptions of both
                 cousin in the dog in the woods
                 ran so fast its eyes ignited  mad stars in its skull
                 body stretched like grip seeking
                 trees blurred boundaries until
                 there was no difference

a curse courses through this family
for trespass     for living
for no other reason than the rain is pissed
                                          and decides it so

our ravening family’s great-gray-fogbank-miasma sealing us below
                                the driven-under farmer’s field
                                we fall and pool
                                            tease stagnant waters from the water table
                              breed new winged bodies keening for old bloo
our specters never miss a feast         the arras forever torn to reveal



the slaughtered grandfathers spilled like a pot-roast on dirty tiles
the hanged moon
the McMansion’s too-legible portent
foundation licked by housefire
our witness speechless             doused               in carnage            like butter


C. Rees (they/them) is a queer poet and bookseller whose work contends with contamination and complicity, emergent ecologies, hauntings, and porousness. Their first poetry collection, NOCTUARY, will be published by Host Publications in 2026. C. was raised in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, Lenni-Lenape land, and currently lives in Austin, TX, on Comanche, Lipan Apache, Coahuiltecan, Tonkawa, and Jumanos land. They hold an MFA in Poetry from the New Writers Project at UT Austin. They are ideologically and materially committed to a free Palestine.

Catherine Garbinsky (she/they) is a writer living in Knoxville, Tennessee. They received their MFA in Poetry from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville, where they are now a PhD candidate. Catherine’s poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. She has written two chapbooks: All Spells Are Strong Here (Ghost City Press, 2018) and Even Curses End (Animal Heart Press, 2019), and her work has been featured in Yes Poetry, Coffin Bell Journal, Cream City Review, and elsewhere.