Sophie Klahr's poems at once bustle with noise and are eerily quiet: “Unimaginable: the dull florescence, / canned laughter, the hush.” They take place in hospitals, living rooms, and bus stops. With disarming intimacy and immediacy, these poems are “fluent in emergency,” haunted by addiction and irreconcilable distances between lovers. There is directness in Klahr's plain yet musical language that serves her material well: “this is the living room. this is the moon. this is us kissing; that’s us in the mirror. that over there? is new jersey.”
Is 2011 really almost over? It's easy over here at The Offending Adam to lose track of the time, our minds focused on preparing each week's content. But here we are at the end of November, which means Pushcart Prize nominations time. Making these selections is difficult, as our intimate relationship with each piece we publish makes us want to nominate pretty much everything. We would like to take this opportunity to acknowledge and thank all our contributors this year, who have made our second year of publishing a huge success. And, in particular, we would like to thank our Pushcart Prize nominees Jaswinder Bolina, Randall Horton, Amorak Huey, Lauren Ireland, Keetje Kuipers, and Johnathon Williams for sharing their remarkable work with us and our readers. We invite you to read or re-read their poems, and we hope that you find them as engaging and uncommon as we did.