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#survivor
#SURVIVOR explores what it means to be a survivor, particularly survivors of sexual and domestic trauma, gender trauma, but really, inequalities in any form. I am also exploring what it means for a place and landscape to inhabit trauma just as bodies do, and what trauma does to the earth.
Marys of the Sea
Poetry. "She is not dead, but sleeping, Jesus says in the Gospel of Luke; like the sick girl of that verse, the speakers of Joanna Valente's sharp and urgent MARYS OF THE SEA toss and turn through a series of feverish nightmares that refract lived experiences into prophetic and wild new imaginings. Preoccupied with the consequences of mothering and not-mothering, these fifty-three poems trenchantly interrogate sexual violence and its aftermath, lingering at the site of trauma as though hanging onto the lip of an abyss. Writing becomes power, structure an act of bravery. Like an ancient civilization's first creation myths, these poems utter light out of darkness as they order a world into being."—Monica Ferrell
Sirs and Madams
In Sirs & Madams, Joanna C Valente shows us that she is an adroit navigator of the human condition and knows the nooks and crannies of heartmeats and the grey and fluid nature of brainmeats. Let her take your hand. You'll be all the better for it. -Sean Doyle, author of This Must Be the Place Death and the promise of death. What more could you want in a poetry collection? Life? Why yes, that's in here too. It's swimming through every word ripping out our hearts and putting something else there that beats just as nice. I like that. Joanna Valente's first collection, Sirs & Madams, is filled with that. I often find it difficult weaving narrative and poem, but Valente does it with spectacular r...
A Love Story
A Love Story inspects the bleakest corners of the heart, unwinding our concept of identity and being through a strange, unknown universe that we often grapple to understand and make sense of. These poems are a symphony within an unopened box. Do we choose to open it and find what's inside? Are we brave enough to go deeper to find what we ourselves contain?
Sexting Ghosts
Sexting Ghosts is a collection of poems by Joanna C. Valente. 'In Sexting Ghosts, Joanna Valente invites us to join them in their haunted psychiatrist's chair for a cinematic Q&A with the ghosts and gods of the future past. These poems together form an epic flush with oblique strategies for survival. Valente's arguments sear then soften, become inquiries, persistent efforts to either understand or to cut ties with what time has shed. Ghosts and humans alike know the exhausting experience of being a human trapped in a body. Ghosts, too, are jailed in their forms.' - Jasmine Dreame Wagner, author of On a Clear Day and Rings
The Gods Are Dead
Praise for The Gods Are Dead by Joanna Valente: "As interest in the tarot resurges, we're reminded that its significance has stood the test of time. The Gods Are Dead is an exquisite work that breathes a contemporary light into these symbols that have been reimagined for centuries. A must-read for those interested in the occult and the arts." -Dallas Athent, author of Bushwick Nightz "These are poems of ritual and sacrifice, where ethereal meaning gets rightfully dismembered and earthy truths read. The Gods Are Dead invokes the rich symbolism of Tarot with lyrical precision, and lends a creative myth to consciousness. Joanna C. Valente writes with the kind of raw energy we all wish we could ...
Sexting Ghosts
In Sexting Ghosts, Joanna Valente invites us to join them in their haunted psychiatrist's chair for a cinematic Q&A with the ghosts and gods of the future past. These poems together form an epic flush with oblique strategies for survival. Valente's arguments sear then soften, become inquiries, persistent efforts to either understand or to cut ties with what time has shed. Ghosts and humans alike know the exhausting experience of being a human trapped in a body.
Marys of the Sea
..".these 53 poems trenchantly interrogate sexual violence and its aftermath, lingering at the site of trauma as though hanging onto the lip of an abyss. Writing becomes power, structure an act of bravery. Like an ancient civilization's first creation myths, these poems utter light out of darkness as they order a world into being." -Monica Ferrell
Dead Tongue
Poetry by Bunkong Tuon and illustrations by Joanna C. Valente. These poems follow Tuon's childhood in Cambodia. "Brief does not mean lacking in substance and depth. Quite the opposite. This tight chapbook collects a group of compact poems revealing a wide range of emotion and concerns, from exile, to marriage, to night fishing. As always, poet Tuon captures the essence of the moment. Dead Tongue's is ably illustrated by Joanna C. Valente with ink line drawings evocative of Picasso, a child's playroom, moments of whimsy, and more, as the poetry suggests." Alan Catlin, poetry and review editor at Misfit Magazine"I have interviewed both Tuon and Valente on their individual art and their collaboration. To see the combination of their poetry and their image is a beautiful joy. Their dialogue begins here and opens up an art-world I want to live in, to breath in, to be in." Ken Volante, host of the podcast, Something (rather than nothing)
More Than Mere Light
Poetry. Asian & Asian American Studies. "No one has written a finer, stranger, more enjoyably various and intelligent long poem than Jason's Koo's 'No Longer See,' the central poem in his splendid new book, MORE THAN MERE LIGHT. Schuyler and Knausgaard, Proust and Ashbery, to name just a few, meld into a poetic performance that is joyfully bent, and as gloriously funny as it is self-castigating. Underscoring all this is a sorrowing sense of self that can't shake free of time--time as it drags or stops or flies during romance and sex and the passage from domestic happiness to failure, and as it marks off the progress of a poetry and a life coming into its full, vital strength. With a cool-eye...
