Into the deeper shoals of syntax strolls Philip Jenks, sans machete, instead with a watering can filled to the brim with acto-juice precisely calculated to make those nouns and verbs and articles shoot to record heights and tangles.\"-Kevin KillianPhilip Jenks's poems land like bolts of plasma: superheated, suppurated, the \"inverted afterthought\" of destiny that awaits the speaker of one poem, or absurdities that make a devastating sense, as when Jenks asks about \"temperature of God\" while invoking the fires of Auschwitz, or when he imagines meth-laced syringes puncturing a user's skin from the inside out. These poems draw blood. FOX HOLE-where the heart sits.\"Body song\"Of a prayer, you. EnsembleAblatedThey pulled the skin and fur clean off, But the fox, panting, blinked withWhat was left of eyes. Peeled.\"Strung out\"Will I aid and abetWith inaction?There is no differenceBetween killing and allowing to die. Philip Jenks lives in Chicago, Illinois, where he teaches English at the University of Illinois at Chicago. His previous volumes areOn the Cave You Live In (2002),My First Painting will be \"The Accuser\" (2005), andDisappearing Address (2010). He has toured and recorded with Neil Michael Hagerty as a member of The Howling Hex. His academic specializations are in gender studies, animal rights, and political philosophy. He likes good music and pinball. \"Into the deeper shoals of syntax strolls Philip Jenks, sans machete, instead with a watering can filled to the brim with acto-juice precisely calculated to make those nouns and verbs and articles shoot to record heights and tangles.\"-Kevin KillianPhilip Jenks's poems land like bolts of plasma: superheated, suppurated, the \"inverted afterthought\" of destiny that awaits the speaker of one poem, or absurdities that make a devastating sense, as when Jenks asks about \"temperature of God\" while invoking the fires of Auschwitz, or when he imagines meth-laced syringes puncturing a user's skin from the inside out. These poems draw blood. FOX HOLE-where the heart sits.\"Body song\"Of a prayer, you. EnsembleAblatedThey pulled the skin and fur clean off, But the fox, panting, blinked withWhat was left of eyes. Peeled.\"Strung out\"Will I aid and abetWith inaction?There is no differenceBetween killing and allowing to die. Philip Jenks lives in Chicago, Illinois, where he teaches English at the University of Illinois at Chicago. His previous volumes areOn the Cave You Live In (2002),My First Painting will be \"The Accuser\" (2005), andDisappearing Address (2010). He has toured and recorded with Neil Michael Hagerty as a member of The Howling Hex. His academic specializations are in gender studies, animal rights, and political philosophy. He likes good music and pinball. \""Philip Jenks lives in Chicago. His poems have appeared inChicago Review, Cannibal, Typo, Fence, Cultural Society, H_NGM_N, Canarium, LVNG, and elsewhere. His collaborative poems with the splendid Simone Muench appear inDrunken Boat, Colorado Review, Bombay Gin, and elsewhere. He published his first book of poetry in 2002, On the Cave You Live In on Flood Editions. His second volume of poems, My First Painting will be 'The Accuser' was published by Zephyr Press (2005). His collaborative volume of poetry, Disappearing Address was published by Blazevox Books in 2010. He has toured and recorded with Neil Michael Hagerty as a member of The Howling Hex. Beyond writing, his specializations are in gender studies, animal rights, and political philosophy. He teaches English at the University of Illinois at Chicago. He is currently working on a revision of the carbon footprint model to incorporate the suffering of all sentient beings, as the farm factory industry is the major contributor to climate change. He likes goodmusic and pinball. | Colony Collapse Metaphor, Paperback | Indigo Chapters