“Whether taking surreal leaps and bounds over the trash and beauty of cityscapes or drawing gnomic lines from woodland views, Sharon Mesmer’s poems are timed to rise with those moments when ‘things are always beginning or becoming’ or to settle in ‘a way to hear Hope talking or maybe listening.’ At turns intimate or boisterously satiric, The Virgin Formica can gently detonate or erupt, carrying readers along on ripples or shockwaves.”—Paul Violi
From loose pages to issue 119 of our magazine, an anthology of over 100 HLP poets, over a decade of the Loose Award for translated works, the Founders prize for first book in its third year, and a bunch of great books in the works, we couldn’t have come this far without you.