This week, The Knives Forks and Spoons Press in the released Michael Leong's chapbook, called Midnight's Marsupium .
Leong's a really fascinating poet who I've posted about before. His work really does a lot of genre breakage, but tho Leong's well versed in contemporary poetics, such breakage never feels like a focal point or "reason" for the work to come out the way it does. Rather, I take it that Leong writes from the standpoint of aesthetic necessity: sometimes the work comes out like this, sometimes it needs come out like that, etc. Which produces a wonderfully kaleidoscopic set of poetic refrains, where Leong mines language for its tucked away secrets, treats the line, the word, the signifier with utmost materiality--and care. Check out the chapbook, poems of which just appeared in the new Wheelhouse Magazine, Issue 9.