The New Economy

A devotional to the ungendered vessel as it ages, dreams, and survives. A practice of radical collaboration, failure, and renewal. A world of "Miss You" poems opening a portal to all those we've lost and would love to visit for a while. In Gabrielle Calvocoressi's latest collection, The New Economy, poems are haunted by the ghosts of loved ones and childhood memories, by changing landscapes and bodies. Calvocoressi's own body is examined--the desire to protect the body one is born with, paired with a longing to have been born in another. Cisterns sing with the musicality of a poet who understands both the power of sound and silence--those quiet spaces inviting us to consider the words we cannot hear. "The days I don't kill myself are extraordinary" one poems says. "Why don't we have a name for it?" The New Economy asks us to name our fears and sorrows, then, without ever giving up the darkness, to find light in this (in)finite life.