when phoenix flooded

The transcendent anti-capitalist realist poems of when phoenix flooded range widely, both in subject and in form, driven by a fluid process of fragmentation and trasnformation through which they sprawl across the page, like the urban landscape where they’re set, and break apart before reforming with a new unity in a sonnet, an ode, a burning haibun. But even here, near the imperial border, as the world ends and St. Longinus walks into 7-11 with “blue tape around his bicep from giving blood” and a question for you, there’s light and joy, and there’s just enough time to joke about dancing on Joe Arpaio’s grave, may the day come soon. -Jamie Berrout