Corinna, A-Maying the Apocalypse simultaneously celebrates and laments that we are but decaying. Betraying a love of old poems and symbols and new words and forms, these are poems where the moon's spritzing its perfumes and the phlegm is thick and fast over cities and Starbucks and suburbs. The poet is in love with the rhythm of the man-made world, and the rhythm is so strong sometimes / it blows up the room.
DARCIE DENNIGAN's work has appeared in numerous journals, including The Atlantic Monthly, Forklift Ohio, H_NGM_N, and Tin House. She lives in West Hollywood, California.