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We Call Upon the Author to Explain—S.G. Huerta

It’s the first instalment of We Call Upon the Author to Explain for 2026, and we couldn’t pick a better way to start. This month we spoke to S.G. Huerta about their fantastic nonfiction collection GOOD GRIEF out from fifth wheel press. The collection explores issues of racism, queerphobia, assault, and yes, a good deal of grief. But through all the darkness, Huerta finds a way to write with wit and warmth. It’s a lovely and thoughtful collection and we’re so excited they agreed to answer some of our questions.

Ada Wofford: The writer Anne Lamott talks about writing as a way of understanding ourselves and helping us discover the truth within ourselves. How did writing this book help you better understand yourself?

S.G. Huerta: As I was writing the different pieces in GOOD GRIEF, I didn’t yet conceive of the whole thing as a cohesive manuscript. While workshopping the pieces at Roots Wounds Words, I realized there was a common thread of grief pulling the whole thing together. Writing this book helped me understand how integral grief had become in my life, for better or worse. I also realized how empowering writing about trauma can be.

AW: In children’s literature, books are often discussed as being either mirrors or windows; a way for a child to see themselves or for them to see and understand others. The confessional memoir form can function in the same way. In choosing to write and publish this work, were your expectations for it to serve as a mirror, a window, or both? Can you speak about the importance of that and if you could, say a bit about the type of response you’ve received?

SH: I’d say both. While writing, especially some of the more difficult experiences in my life, I was writing as proof of survival, of how far I’ve come. I hope my writing connects with others who have experienced trauma, complicated grief, bipolar disorder, or any of the other themes I write about.

AW: In “Crash & Burn” you use the phrase, “Disordered moods and processes and writings.” I took it to mean that there are processes for dealing with mental health and processes for writing, can you speak about how these processes are linked for you?

SH: I love your interpretation of that line! I spent a lot of time thinking about the different labels and terms for bipolar disorder, like mood disorder. On that same thread, I thought about how the way I process anything, and my process for doing most things, may seem disordered. My writing is very much a part of me, and if I have this disorder, surely my writing is disordered too.

AW: Can you talk about your use of blank space in the book, particularly in “I Text My Partner i love being beholden to the delicate feelings of white ppl! At Least Once A Week”?

SH: I have to shout out my Roots Wounds Words cohort for this suggestion again! I think having the different quotes on otherwise blank pages makes the reader sit with the words much like I did.

AW: In “How to Survive a Depressive Episode in the Aftermath of Your Dad’s Suicide” you use the phrase “Only alive on the page” in a way that could mean both your father and you as a writer. This connects to the end of the final essay in which you write, “I recognize me pen in hand, scrawling anything and everything into another notebook. Creating signs of life.” This may connect to the first question a bit but in the context of these two moments in the book, can you speak a bit about how writing gives you life and allows you to create life?

SH: I love this question, it reminds me of the poem “Arte Poética” by Vicente Huidobro, where he says poets give and take life. Writing about my dad keeps him alive for me. It can also revive some memories that only he and I shared. It can be powerful, too, to omit some things and keep them from staying alive. Nonfiction writers are always discerning what does and doesn’t deserve space, or, to keep the metaphor going, life on the page.

AW: While the title GOOD GRIEF is a well-known idiom, in the context of the book it makes me think of the term much more literally; that there is some grief that is good for us. Is this how you intended the title to be understood and what are your thoughts on that concept, that some forms or causes of grief can be good for us?

SH: I wanted the title to be multifaceted in the ways you mentioned. I believe grief should be destigmatized and talked about more, especially complicated grief. I also wanted the title to feel a bit ironic, like a “laugh so you don’t cry” situation. I hope that the piñata on the wonderful cover nat raum designed achieves this too.

AW: And finally, is there anything else you’d like readers to know, either about this work or about a new or forthcoming work?

SH: My debut poetry collection Burns will be out in January with Sundress Publications!

GOOD GRIEF is available through fifth wheel press

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SG Huerta is a queer Xicanx writer and organizer. They are a Roots Wounds Words Fellow and Tin House alum. They are the author of the nonfiction chapbook GOOD GRIEF (fifth wheel press 2025) and their debut poetry collection Burns is out with Sundress Publications as of January 2026. SG’s work has appeared in Honey Literary, The Offing, Infrarrealista Review, and elsewhere. Find them at sghuertawriting.com, or in Tejas with their partner and cats, working towards liberation for oppressed peoples everywhere. They encourage you to find tangible ways to support Palestinian liberation.

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Ada Wofford (they/them) holds advanced degrees in English and Library Studies. In addition to working at a rare book shop, they are an associate poetry editor at Sundress Publications and the non-fiction editor at Stirring: A Literary Collection. Their writing has appeared in The Blue Nib, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Autostraddle, Capable Magazine, Sundress Reads, and more. Their chapbook, I Remember Learning How to Dive, was published in 2020, from which a selection earned them a Pushcart Prize
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Interview with Tiffany Hsieh, Author of Pork Fluff

Ahead of the release of her poetry collection Pork Fluff, Tiffany Hsieh spoke with Sundress Publications editorial intern Natalie Gardner about the evocative power of food, the complexities of cultural identity, and the intricate relationships that shape her work. In this candid conversation, Hsieh reflects on how comfort food like pork fluff connects her to childhood memories, how long commutes sparked poetic inspiration, and how the theme of displacement both challenges and enriches her writing. She also discusses the ways familial bonds and immigrant experiences intertwine throughout her collection, blending personal reflection with cultural commentary.

Natalie Gardner: Food obviously plays a major role in this collection. Can you tell me a little bit  about the title, Pork Fluff, and its connection to the poem of the same name? 

Tiffany Hsieh: Growing up in Taiwan, pork fluff was something that I’d ask for at mealtime if I  didn’t like the food on the table, either because they were grown-up foods like bitter melon or  because I was being picky. It was the one thing that made everything taste instantly better. Just  nothing but pork fluff over steamed rice is a classic, or if my mother wanted me to eat something I  didn’t like, pork fluff made it easier to swallow. 

Later, after we moved to North America, I remember being so exhilarated to see pork fluff on the  shelves of our local Asian supermarkets. It made me feel like everything was going to be okay, that  I could always reach for a bag of pork fluff and face what’s in front of me. I think that reassurance  you get from your childhood comfort food doesn’t change when you get older, lose a spouse, or  when your doctor wants you to eat boiled broccoli for breakfast every morning. 

NG: One of my favorite poems in this collection is also a food poem, “Bok Choy Love.” Can you  tell me about the story behind this poem? And the symbolism of certain foods in general? 

TH: There was a time when driving to and from work took me about an hour each way, sometimes  longer, and I hated every minute of it. I often found myself thinking about how I can make better  use of this time than just sitting in traffic and listening to the radio or a CD. I’ve never liked the  idea of listening to an audiobook—it makes me feel like I’m cheating the book for some reason— and so I ended up spending a lot of time just sitting in the car and thinking about what To do and  about life in general. In fact, the idea for this poem probably came from one of those times that I sat  in traffic feeling annoyed and helpless. 

In terms of symbolism of certain foods, I think that different foods can mean different things for  different people and at different times. For example, bok choy is a very ordinary leafy Asian  vegetable that you can find in grocery stores across North America. It’s definitely not one of my  favorite Asian vegetables, not even in the top five or top ten. So, at times, bok choy can be this  Asian stereotype for me. But in other times, it can simply be the only Asian vegetable you can buy  if you want to have something Asian and leafy. It just depends. 

NG: Can you comment on how the collection is structured? I got the sense that events were  progressing chronologically, to some extent, but was there any narrative in particular you were  attempting to convey through the structure? 

TH: That is actually the most challenging aspect of putting this collection together for me! I  struggled with it quite a bit because most of the poems in this book were written individually over a  few years. Some make sense chronologically, others don’t, and I went back and forth on a number  of different structures before settling on this one. I really owe it to my editor, Rita Mookerjee, who  came up with the brilliant idea to order the book into five sections, with each one progressing in its  own grouping while moving the collection forward as a whole.

NG: “Middle America” seems to voice the complicated feelings associated with being a member of  the Asian diaspora. I thought the lines “Always here, not there. Always there, not here” were  particularly evocative of this feeling. How has this feeling of displacement informed your writing? 

TH: Well, I think it has made me question a lot about my writing every time I sit down to write.  More and more, I see displacement as a positive rather than a negative. You are in the middle of  two very different things. You can go left and you can go right. Or you can draw a line between the  two and walk in the middle. So, for me, all these different things come into play when I write,  whether consciously or not, whether I like it or not. It’s the reality of my life and I try to work with  it rather than against it. 

NG: In “Arigatou, Sayonara” you discuss the Japanese occupation of Taiwan and its complicated  legacy. What are the roles of ethnicity and colonization in this collection? 

TH: I think that what the Japanese occupation did to Taiwan would probably make for a very  interesting and fascinating study. I mean, it definitely colored many aspects of life in Taiwan, or at  least it did in my family because my grandparents lived through the occupation. I remember my  mother talking about going to a clothing store that sold exclusively Japanese imports the way  people talk about buying Chanel or Gucci. If we went to a Japanese restaurant for a meal, it was  considered better than a steak house. But I also have vivid memories of my grandfather cursing  about how cruel Japanese people could be while he watched his beloved Japanese soap opera on  TV. 

NG: “Fried Chicken,” “Insect Killers,” and “Marching Band” all seem to use the same characters.  How are these poems related, and what were you trying to achieve with them? 

TH: These three poems started out as an experiment in giving people names and seeing how that  might change the writing or the direction of the piece. I started out with one name, Fred, and it led  to another and I ended up with four names. So I made Fred, Kim, Jerry, and Jenny a family. From  there, I thought it’d be fun to write a series of interconnected poems, like linked stories. I hope to  write more about these characters in the future. 

NG: The poems “Legs and Pits” and “Lipstick” seem to be concerned with your own relationship  to femininity. How has this relationship informed your writing? 

TH: Actually, I didn’t write either with femininity in mind, but you are right in that the speaker in  “Legs and Pits” is basically telling his sister how to be a girl in the new country, and it’s a list of  things he has observed. So, it’s coming from a masculine lens and it’s one-sided. On the other hand,  the speaker in “Lipstick” is reflecting on an experience that’s probably not that uncommon, but she  was a newcomer when it happened and her memory of how she thought she was perceived by  others was what mattered more to her than the actual incident. 

NG: Family also comes up a lot in this collection. How do familial relationships inform other  themes within this collection, and what role do these relationships play within it? 

TH: In some ways, you can say that this collection is about families and immigrant families. When  a family moves to a new country, I think people become closer to one another. You are on the same  boat together, and that sink-or-swim mentality can haunt you in the beginning. If one person jumps,  the whole family falls apart. So you stick together for as long as you can.

NG: Can you tell me more about “that bad crab feeling” in “The Common Trap?” How has this  sympathy for things that no one else wants (like the last slice of bread) informed your writing? TH: Hmm, perhaps I tend to write about things that no one cares about? Joking aside, though, I  think it’s made me more observant as a writer because I might be paying attention to something that  most people wouldn’t think twice about it.

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Tiffany Hsieh was born in Taiwan and moved to Canada with her family at the age of fourteen. She is the author of the micro chapbook Little Red (Quarter Press) and the full-length poetry collection Pork Fluff (Sundress Publications). Her work has appeared in more than 50 literary journals, including The Los Angeles Review, The Malahat Review, Passages North, The Penn Review, Quarter After Eight, The Shanghai Literary Review, and the Best Microfiction anthology.

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Natalie Gardner is a trans writer hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee. She is currently pursuing a BA in English with a minor in philosophy from the University of Tennessee. She loves transgressive fiction, hiking, and schlocky, B-tier horror movies. When she isn’t working, you can find her haunting the coffee shops of Fort Sanders and DIY shows across East Tennessee. Her work in the field of linguistics can be found in Feedback Review in Second Language.

We Call Upon The Author To Explain—Katherine Gaffney

I’ve heard writers say that readers will follow a good narrator anywhere. Here, readers are deftly led into Katherine Gaffney’s blue house. The events that unfold in the blue house are not new: love wanes and flares for a moment through the delights of the mundane, animals imbue meaning, innocence dies. Yet, the reader finds wonder in this blue house that is not unlike their own. For every lover, love feels like invention. Fool in a Blue House showcases true invention, worth turning every page. 

In this interview, Katherine Gaffney’s answers pull readers further in, showing them not furniture or ornamentation, but foundation and inspiration—the magic that created the blue. All writers have something to learn from Gaffney’s words. 

Marah Hoffman: The first poem animates a carousel horse, and afterward horses continue coloring the collection. In your words, what roles do horses play in the book? 

Katherine Gaffney: The role of horses in both this collection and in my life—somewhat inextricable in certain ways—has become so tangled in the last year. But I’ll start at the beginning, which is to say that horses and riding have been central to my life since I was quite young. 

Horses, like many of the animals in the collection, have always been a source of learning for me—particularly in the case of horses, a source of learning about the body, about strength, about fragility, about communication, about relationships, and the list could continue for quite a while I suppose. 

The entanglement mentioned earlier comes in the fact that my horse has since passed away–about six months before learning that University of Tampa Press would be publishing the book. So, these poems that once solely embodied a source of gaining and shaping of personal strength for me now also embody a certain sense of grief, which perhaps always rested there in the sense of fragility that these muscular, massive creatures humans have ridden for centuries also harbor.

But let’s circle back to the role horses play in the book. In writing these poems, horses organically gave me another body and entity with which I was fairly intimately learnéd in to explore the collection’s emotional truths (what those are, I’ll leave the reader to discover). Horses serve as another form or definition of home, and I think they also serve as a kind of alter (or even altar to play with the language here)—an alter to the poetic self threading its way through the book and an altar to the power and fragility horses paradoxically embody.

MH: The sections’ vivid epigraphs always ignited curiosity for the poems that would follow. How did you decide on these epigraphs and the collection’s organization into sections? 

KG: Finding epigraphs began with writers whose work I admire—so the central voices that give life to the lines in the epigraphs are Adrienne Rich, Sappho, Mina Loy, Mary Szybist, and Hélène Cixous. By no means are these epigraphs representative of the full scope of poets and writers I admire, but that was a starting point for finding epigraphs. I saw the epigraphs as creating a sort of chorus for the book. Not that I see poems as purely solos. My sense of being a writer holds a choral quality. On the whole, I wanted to increase the book’s choral quality. 

Some of the lines I collected over years of reading–little nuggets I wanted to keep for yet unidentified purposes. Some I had to seek out expressly as I reorganized the poems in the collection.

Then, my hope (and there I almost typed home which seems a lovely near accident given the book’s focus) as I settled upon the epigraphs is that they frame the poems, begin to weave a connective fiber through the poems even if that fiber is a bit frayed—a bit of decay is welcome amongst these poems. 

MH: In “A Conversation in Home Depot’s Kitchen Department with a Line From Mrs. Dalloway,” a birth control packet is compared to both a talisman and a box of Mike and Ikes. Often while reading, I found myself considering the term “magical realism” as a descriptor for your style. Do you feel any kinship with that genre? If not, do you care to describe your style, its evolution, its texture? 

KG: While I am certainly honored to be put in conversation with the tradition of magical realism, I wouldn’t want to claim a history and tradition that is so connected to particular places and cultures I am not directly connected to. That being said, writers like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Isabel Allende, along with authors that have perhaps been described within that framework outside the Latin American tradition like Toni Morrison, Franz Kafka, and Milan Kundera have certainly been part of my literary upbringing. So, perhaps kinship would be a perfect term to describe my relationship with the tradition of Magical Realism.

Describing one’s own style might be one of the toughest questions to field and evolution is still a process ongoing and so perhaps is one best answered when I have passed on (though I doubt that I may be considered a poet whose evolution will be deemed worth investigating after I have left this world), but in that list I perhaps gravitate most toward texture. I am deeply invested in texture when I craft poems. As I write, I try to craft a room for my reader, adorn that room with furniture and fixtures with which the reader can interact. This impulse has come to feel more and more entwined with the history of poetry after I realized/learned that the Italianate origin of stanza means “room.”

MH: Besides relationships and moments, things discussed are a 1938 hope chest advertisement, the symbolic interpretation of horses across history, and Marie Antoinette’s fate. How do you find the inspiration for your poems? Are you a journaler, a stop-in-the-middle-of-an-errand writer, a researcher, all of the above?

KG: I have always wanted to be a journaler as I find it to be so beautiful and romantic and I have poet friends who keep such beautifully multimedia journals that they turn to for inspiration, but I suppose I would say I am somewhere between “stop-in-the-middle-of-an-errand writer” and “a researcher.” I’ll jot down snatches of language or images I excavate in day-to-day happenings that I hope might birth a poem in my phone’s note app (so not aesthetic or romantic) but I also do love to dive into deep rabbit holes of research.

Perhaps returning to the term magical realism I find such magic in the real, in fact, there are so many poems to mold, shape, uncover from raw research. But that research doesn’t have to always mean Wikipedia dumps or library trips (whether digital or physical), but can even be found in the imaginings from a hope chest in my own home. So, I suppose I want to keep the definition or identity of the researcher poet as fairly expansive.

MH: I adore your last lines. They transform both poem and perspective. How can you tell when to end a piece? 

KG: What an incredibly high compliment! Perhaps to begin to answer this question I’ll turn to witnessing another poet answering this question.

In spring 2023, I was in the audience at a Richie Hofmann reading and someone in the audience asked him this exact question, and, if my memory serves me well, he struggled as well with this question. I can’t recall his exact answer, but it helped me feel like we don’t have to always be able to articulate the method to our craft or even have a consistent answer, but I’ll attempt a little something.

For me, for some poems, the ending feels so clear, like when you’ve incidentally perfectly seasoned a sauce, but for some it takes leaving them in a drawer for a while, coming back to it, realizing you’ve overwritten the poem, past its final exhale. But perhaps my decision process for an ending has a couple of different forms. At times I want there to be a final or fading closure of movement. At others I want to leave an opening akin to the crack of light that peers through a slightly open door—the light I see as perhaps a little more space for the reader. And occasionally I allow a really musical line to end a poem to create perhaps a kind of reverberation in the reader’s ear. So, I suppose different poems call or beckon for different endings.

MH: What is your revision process like? 

KG: Revision process truly depends on the poem. Some poems require more drafts than others. But whenever I start a new poem, I tend to tinker as I compose. I find the poem’s shape as I compose, read aloud as I write—in this last regard, I need to feel the language corporeally to decide if it’s right. But a lot of the revision process for me is overwriting and trimming back as if chipping away at marble.

Poems that are more emotionally raw, resting deeper in me, require more time for me to untangle and re-tangle them into something one might call a poem. Distance I suppose is part of the revision process for me. It’s perhaps an old adage, but I often think of my mentor’s advice to not be afraid of putting a poem in a “drawer” for a while and returning to it with fresh eyes. It’s amazing how even in returning to some of the poems in Fool in a Blue House I find changes I might make. 

So, perhaps two central ingredients to my revision process are time and sound.

Fool in a Blue House is available at University of Tampa Press

Katherine Gaffney completed her MFA at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and is currently working on her PhD at the University of Southern Mississippi. Her work has previously appeared in jubilat, Harpur Palate, Mississippi Review, Meridian, and elsewhere. She has attended the Tin House Summer Writing Workshop, the SAFTA residency, and the Sewanee Writers’ Conference as a scholar. Her first chapbook, Once Read as Ruin, was published by Finishing Line Press. Her first full-length collection, Fool in a Blue House, won the 2022 Tampa Review Prize for Poetry. Gaffney lives and teaches in Champaign, Illinois.

Marah Hoffman grew up in Reading, Pennsylvania. Since graduating with her bachelors in English and creative writing in 2022, she has lived in Tennessee, Michigan, and now North Carolina. She is an MFA candidate in creative nonfiction at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington and the Creative Director of Sundress Academy for the Arts. She enjoys genre fluidity, whimsicality, cats, lattes, distance running, travel, and adding to her personal lexicon. Her list of favorite words grows every week.

We Call Upon the Author to Explain—Saida Agostini

Saida Agostini’s first collection of poetry, let the dead in, moves between mythology and day-to-day life as if there are no boundaries between. A radical act of love for self and community, the poems imagine the fantastic in terms of beauty and a blending of realities. Saida was kind enough to take the time to sit down and answer some questions for this column, and her answers here are as thoughtful and gorgeous as the poetry itself.

Alex DiFrancesco: Saida, I just finished your book, and I was so incredibly moved by it—by the fabulist poems, by the love poems, by the death poems, and by the murder poems. I suppose my first question is that, as I read the first section, “Notes on Archiving Erasure,” it occurred to me, at first, that I was reading speculative poetry, then my feelings on it shifted towards it maybe being magical realism, then finally to the idea that I was perhaps reading creation mythology in poetic

Saida Agostini: I suppose it’s really a hybridization of all those forms. On some level, I would argue that the presence of Black love and its ability to not only survive but expand in the midst of white patriarchal violence is a miracle worthy of not only interrogation but deep study. In writing this collection, I’ve explored the mythology surrounding not only my creation but the creation of my kin and ancestors. I come from a line of powerfully stubborn, deeply rooted, and loving people who keep moving towards freedom. The stories we have told to ourselves to survive are astounding—everything from kidnapping mermaids and whispering jumbees to the half-buried histories of our own evolution. I remember a few years ago, I heard Sapphire speak about Push, and how it is the story of literacy—a young Black girl who comes into her power through learning the written word. The first section chronicles my own journey to emotional literacy: it explores how I became fluent in the histories and emotions of my family, abuse and love.

AD: There is a sense in this book that family is not something that one can separate from, even if the family in question engages in physical abuse, or, in the case of “Bresha Meadows Speaks on Divinity,” a variety of abuses (I’m thinking here of Meadows holding her father after/as she murders him). Can you speak more to this intrinsic link to family, whether one desires it or not?

SA: Families of origin feel inescapable to me. I am a social worker, and always interested in how others make sense of their kin. I have always felt a deep necessity to honor my family—even in the moments where harm is happening. I think in the retelling of great and small wounds, we tend to move into binaries that do not serve us, or reflect the complexities of human emotions. I was formerly a member of FORCE: Upsetting Rape Culture, a collective that organized the Monument Quilt, a collection of over three thousand quilt squares from survivors and allies. In the workshops I held, so few people spoke, or felt, in absolute terms. It’s complicated, hard and tricky—especially when it’s family. My work tries to move beyond reductive narratives about abuse, and explore what happens when survivor’s voices are given room to express everything. And that’s what family is right? A tricky, hard, difficult space that generates so much love, confusion, and hope. I have experienced great harm in my family. And yet, I have experienced great love. When I talk about the things I have survived, I need room to make you understand all of it: the ability to move back and forth throughout time, to shift between love, pain and, joy. No matter how we are connected or disconnected from family, those stories and lineages stay with us.

AD: I absolutely adored the persona poems from the series of monsters and spirits in “We Find the Fantastic.” I also noticed and loved, though, that this section holds some poems on Black lesbian love and sex—and I’m wondering about the melding here of fantastic in the “fantasy” and the “wonderful” sense.

SA: As a baby queer, desire and pleasure felt very much in the realm of both fantasy and the fantastic. Raised in public schools by conservative immigrant parents, I very much remember the only conversations we had about sexuality were grounded in the mechanics of reproduction. I couldn’t tell you very much about pleasure, but I could tell you about the zygote. As I grew up, so much of my agency and sense of self came from discovering how I could generate pleasure in myself and others. To this day, I have a sense of awe in thinking about it. In a culture where we are constantly taught to revere production, outcomes, and capitalism, it is an act of liberation to engage in acts that have no intended purpose other than joy. As I meditate on fantasy, whether I am speaking on mermaids, Harriet Tubman’s pursuit of Sojourner Truth or Black queer love, what I am really speaking about is building a world that revels in deep joy.

AD: God is seen again and again as a Black woman in this collection. Harriet Tubman and Sojourner truth become lesbian lovers and heroes. I want to ask you to talk more about Black women’s power and love for each other here, about these ideas of Black women, particularly fat Black women and lesbians, as gods/heroes.

SA: There are very few days that I don’t hate my body. That’s not shocking—I am a fat Black woman in a culture that derides any body that doesn’t fit within audaciously restrictive and fatphobic standards of beauty. I don’t ever remember seeing a fat Black woman in popular culture that was not a figure of derision or mockery. Whether we are talking about the Klumps in Nutty Professor or Madea, what I learned about fat Black women is that we are not worthy of pleasure. Toni Morrison’s often repeated edict, “If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it,” brought me to the page. I wanted to see myself in the pages. I wanted to fall in love with me as I am. To witness fat Black women who revel in their bodies and the pleasure it brings. There is something divine about that, right? To articulate a way of being that centers Black womanhood and pleasure as intoxicating and lovely, worthy of worship. The creation stories in let the dead in are about bucking any gaze that cannot celebrate the expansiveness of Blackness and our bodies.

AD: There is a series of poems in section three, “American Love,” about Black people who are murdered by the police, or otherwise brutalized by the justice system in America. You make, what I felt, was an extremely bold move of not just memorializing these folks, but also, particularly in the poem “If Tamir Rice and Eric Garner Wore Heels,” of calling out who is often left out of the extremely righteous rage people have expressed over these murders. Can you talk more about who is left out?

SA: It is unbearable that the daily lives of Black folks attract such profound and lethal risks. It is unforgivable to know that the lives of Black folks who exist outside of the white gaze will not be grieved. We all know the brutal calculus behind public grieving in American culture. The precarity that Black women, queer folks, trans and gender non-conforming communities face is so absurd, they go without comment or care. The gymnastics that must be proved to merit grief, let alone a public response to the harm Black folks face outside of cis-heteronormativity is exhausting. Makhia Bryant should be alive. CeCe McDonald should never have been incarcerated. Breonna Taylor should have woken up that morning. I am no longer interested in inviting white culture to meditate on why these realities exist. I am however demanding that our community explore how white gaze limits our ability for great love.

let the dead in is available through Alan Squire Publishing

Saida Agostini is a queer Afro-Guyanese poet whose work explores the ways that Black folks harness mythology to enter the fantastic. Saida’s first collection of poems, let the dead in, was a finalist for the Center of African American Poetry & Poetics’ 2020 Book Prize as well as the New Issues Poetry Prize. She is the author of STUNT (Neon Hemlock, October 2020), a chapbook exploring the history of Nellie Jackson, a Black woman entrepreneur who operated a brothel for sixty years in Natchez, Mississippi. Her poetry can also be found in the Black Ladies Brunch Collective’s anthology Not Without Our Laughter, Barrelhouse Magazine, Hobart Pulp, Plume, and other publications. A Cave Canem Graduate Fellow, Saida has been awarded honors and support for her work by the Watering Hole and Blue Mountain Center, as well as a 2018 Rubys Grant funding travel to Guyana to support the completion of her first manuscript. She is a Best of the Net Finalist and a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee.

Alex DiFrancesco is a multi-genre writer who has published work in Tin House, The Washington Post, Pacific Standard, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, The New Ohio Review, Brevity, and more. In 2019, they published their essay collection Psychopomps (Civil Coping Mechanisms Press) and their novel All City (Seven Stories Press), which was a finalist for the Ohioana Book Awards. They are an assistant editor at Sundress Publications.

Interview with Donna Vorreyer, Author of To Everything There Is

Ahead of the 2020 release of her third poetry collection To Everything There Is, Donna Vorreyer spoke with Sundress Publications editorial intern Gokul Prabhu. Here, they discussed articulations of death and grief and how that influences the construction of a literary “I.”

Gokul Prabhu: What was your primary thought process as you put your collection together? Is there a larger narrative you hope to achieve?

Donna Vorreyer: This collection, unlike my last book, wasn’t conceived as a project with a crafted narrative arc. The poems I had been writing from 2016-2018 dealt with aging, doubt, and one’s relationship with the body. Then my life changed overnight when, within the course of a year in 2018, both parents fell ill and passed away. Writing then became a way of trying to both name and tame my emotional upheaval, a way to balance a complicated scale that carried the weight of loss on one side and the beauties and joys of living on the other. When organizing this collection, I knew that I needed to weave the other issues about which I’d been writing with the poems of grief in order to show that balance. I hope I have created a narrative seesaw for readers, one that they could ride as that scale tips from one side to the other.

GP: What is the significance of the juxtaposition of the body with the non-physical existence in your poems, especially in Section I?

DV: When you tend someone who is dying, the physical body screams for attention—not only the bodies of the ill, but the bodies of the caretakers as well. This keen awareness of the physical heightens the desire for explanation, for reasons, and leads to contemplation of the intellectual, psychological, and spiritual realms that make up a whole person. The love poems in the collection use all of these domains as well—being loved so well while being so desperately sad is a visceral experience. These ideas, blended with my existing interest in thinking about aging and the body, were arranged to complement one another, in a way that was shaped by conversations with Jeremy Reed, my Sundress editor for this collection.

GP: Can you speak about the book’s relationship with death and the language used to articulate it?

DV: This is a difficult question, as difficult as it is to try and articulate something as monumental yet as ordinary as death. As I wrote my way into and through the first years of grieving my parents, I found that each poem was unique in the way that each twinge of grief was unique. At times overwhelming, to write only about loss can be just as harmful as it is helpful, so finding different ways to approach these thoughts was important—using the natural world as a springboard helped me to find language for guilt, regret, and sorrow as well as beauty, joy, and love. In the end, the book is not only elegy. It is, to create a portmanteau, a “celebrelegy,” one that recognizes and explores the deep dark that comes with loss but also the light that continues to shine for those who are left behind.

GP: What is the significance of the recurring image of the anxiety of dealing with the everydayness of things, including your own body and the politics around it, especially after experiencing a deep loss, in Section II and III?

DV: It’s a cliché, but the answer to this question is “life goes on.” It has to. And part of my life before the loss was dealing with thoughts about my own aging, my relationship with my own body in space and in the world, my own vacillation between the wonder of being so well loved and the doubt about whether I deserve it. 

GP: How does your form influence the articulation of this grief?

DV: Form for me usually arrives after the first draft, which usually has no form and is spilled out handwritten in a journal. With work, the correct form can eventually arrive and enhance the content. “Refusal,” for instance, with its ghazal form, mimics the cyclical and repetitive ways that “no” permeates your days when someone is dying. In “Self-Administered Rorschach Test,” the short lines and strange intersection of assonance and image mimic the oddness of the test itself. And in some of the prose poems like “Dawn of Grace” and “The First Thing I Wrote On This Retreat Was Not Supposed to Be about My Mother,” the large block keeps the reader in one moment by keeping the aspects of that moment contained in a rectangular space. “Purgatory” is one long sentence that waves down the page in staggered tercets, meant to mimic both the movement in the poem (of the train and the wind and of the speaker’s desire to be free of the space she is in). Using a variety of forms was important to me in order to try and mirror the disorder of mourning. 

GP: How does your poetry speak to the current ongoing conversation around death and body politics in a pandemic?

DV: I think it would be a stretch to try and make these poems fit the current situation we are all living in. However, some readers have pointed out how lines written quite some time ago (some up to four years ago), resonate differently now. For example, in “Ebb Tide,” the line “Terrible/ news blares from the radio, all I love/both at hand and at risk” seems even more specific than when it was written. I think, if anything, that the poems make it clear how important it is to be able to be physically present to love and mourn. They also make me consider how difficult it must be to be separated from family and friends who are experiencing illness or loss, and how important it is to appreciate the joy that love can still bring into the darkest moments.

GP: How does the ‘I’ in this collection figure for you, and what parts of the ‘I’ are borrowed from your persona?

DV: I always answer this question by saying that, since I wrote the poems, I am in them somehow. Many of these poems are obviously autobiographical, particularly the elegy poems. But some of the exploration of the body, age, guilt, regret…the “I” in those poems is more universal, I think, more of a way to dig into a condition of thought rather than one of being.

GP: Do the three sections in the collection suggest a growth in this ‘I’ as a reader goes from the beginning of the first section to the end of the third? If so, what would you say is the most important ‘lesson’ the ‘I’ has learnt at the end of the collection?

DV: The collection shows the speaker straddling a chasm of loss, each bit of beauty and joy weaving a net beneath her. There isn’t a straight line from not knowing to knowing. As soon as we are born, we are working our way toward an inevitable end—it’s the nurturing one receives in that journey, despite the doubts and failures that plague it, that is important in the end. I think the last line of the penultimate poem gives the lesson—“so much of anything is completely out of your hands.” We seek to control so many aspects of our existence and, in the end, we have very little influence over many of the major things that happen to us. This sounds a little bit defeatist, but then the last poem balances that out, I think, explaining how even the strongest of relationships is really a piece of magic, how even love is something that we don’t choose.

GP: Why did you choose the title of a specific poem as the title of the entire collection? 

DV: The title of the collection was in flux for quite some time, and the final decision of To Everything There Is functions in multiple ways for me and hopefully will for the reader. Of course, it is the beginning of a famous Bible verse (and subsequent song by The Byrds) that is meant to illustrate that there is a purpose for everything that happens. Another way of viewing the title is in an epistolary way—as a letter to “everything,” a way of embracing both the good and bad things the world has to offer us. Also, the title poem is a reflection on how we react to death and how we want to be remembered, which was important as this book is a small way to honor my parents. 

GP: Which of the poems was the most difficult for you to write, and why? Also, which is/are the poem(s) closest to your heart?

DV: All of the poems about my mother and father were difficult to write as I had to relive the hardest emotional moments of my life. Both the elegy poems and the love poems to my husband are the closest to my heart, and choosing one of each would be difficult. But, if pressed, I’d say the hardest to write was “Karma,” which imagines a could-have-been scenario that still haunts me. (There’s that idea of no control coming in…). The closest to my heart has two contenders: “I Inherit the Whims of my Mother as I Prepare to Trash This Draft” as it allows me to be in an ongoing conversation with my mother, to think of her every time I see a cardinal or jot down a random thought; or “In the Encyclopedia of Human Gestures” as it combines my obsession with the ordinary, the contemplation of ideas, and the salvation of a great love into one poem.

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Donna Vorreyer is the author of To Everything There Is (2020), Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (2016), and A House of Many Windows (2013), all from Sundress Publications. Her poems, reviews, and essays have appeared in Rhino, Tinderbox Poetry, Poet Lore, Sugar House Review, Waxwing, Whale Road Review, and many other journals. She currently serves as an associate editor for Rhino Poetry. Vorreyer has recently retired from 36 years in public K-12 education and can’t wait to see what happens next.

Gokul Prabhu is a graduate of Ashoka University, India, with a Postgraduate Diploma in English and creative writing. He works as an administrator and teaching assistant for the Writing and Communication facility at 9dot9 Education, and assists in academic planning for communication, writing, and critical thinking courses across several higher-ed institutes in India. Prabhu’s creative and academic work fluctuates between themes of sexuality and silence, and he hopes to be a healthy mix of writer, educator, and journalist in the future. He occasionally scribbles book reviews and interviews authors for Scroll.in, an award-winning Indian digital news publication.