Order the print collection of poetry, fiction, and visual art two years in the making featuring the work of Benjamin Percy, Joe Meno, Terese Svoboda, John Hemingway, Bruce Smith and many others. “The work in Fogged Clarity doesn’t stomp its foot and shout look at me, I’m so clever and inventive and fresh, it just is clever and fresh – and extremely moving … Let me make it perfectly clear: this is the first, but...

The Oracle and the Sybil are moments somewhere along the way in history that mark institutional attempts at the preservation of the tradition of wisdom and truth telling. Neither is directly transparent. In 2009, Terese Svoboda’s throws a new set of her poems, Weapons Grade, into the mix.

Terese Svoboda The dark one with the orange pincers behind. The o-shaped, all resolution. The two-legged, the forewarned, the explicit, the red-by-accident. Always a line short. ABABA. Always failing the sunset in compelling insouciance. What must finally be said? Ah, beauty–or, I get it? A catastrophe of silence is what a bird fills. Inured, casual about the immunity of time to space, we repeat: the last shall be first. Terese...

Terese Svoboda Each dream bears a nut these days: She is cruel. Was she always? The nut opens: Inside is the suicide who walks herself to death, and a friend, drinking in the living room. Or is she the mother? It’s time to forgive her her hemlock, its sloppiness, its anger. She’s happy. I wait until childhood matures, the sugar turning. I let the heart burn from the awful I love you’s late in the afternoon when she...