Parallel by Catherine Kyle

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In this world an army is seeking / the demon. The demon is seeking // you. You and I crouch in the wicker / womb of a scarlet hot air balloon’s // basket. We avert our eyes. We do not  / touch. We are lucky to have this time. // Heat, string, and scraps of cloth are all / that preserve us from falling to fangs. // From being pincushioned by arrows. / The beast is a mountain: gray and titanic. // The army howls for blood. They will / not discern between its death and yours.

". . . presented in clean couplets and pristine prose, these poems only look orderly from the outside. As the reader enters the 'illuminated world' that Kyle has constructed, they will discover the most provocative epistemological and metaphysical disruptions. Here, familiar forms exist in friction with an inherently unstable world she herself has revealed, one that resides just below the surface of events. Indeed, Kyle has a marvelous gift for tension, those sparks that light our way through the city where nothing is certain. This book is 'something with [an] unfixed trajectory,' populated with many alternate yet simultaneous paths . . .”
—Kristina Marie Darling, author of Dark Horse and The Disappointment Acts

". . . live for awhile in a parallel universe where the devil eats your eyes and the end of the world makes planes drop from the sky like diamonds. These poems bring together rage and paper dolls, out of order oracles and concrete bassinets, dandelion seeds and succubi. Kyle is a poet of a universe that adjusts, disfigures, corrects, and consoles the bright void of this world, a parallel in which every red dress is lit with blood or drenched in flame."
—Traci Brimhall, author of Rookery and Our Lady of the Ruins

60 pages, handmade and numbered • 2017

In this world an army is seeking / the demon. The demon is seeking // you. You and I crouch in the wicker / womb of a scarlet hot air balloon’s // basket. We avert our eyes. We do not  / touch. We are lucky to have this time. // Heat, string, and scraps of cloth are all / that preserve us from falling to fangs. // From being pincushioned by arrows. / The beast is a mountain: gray and titanic. // The army howls for blood. They will / not discern between its death and yours.

". . . presented in clean couplets and pristine prose, these poems only look orderly from the outside. As the reader enters the 'illuminated world' that Kyle has constructed, they will discover the most provocative epistemological and metaphysical disruptions. Here, familiar forms exist in friction with an inherently unstable world she herself has revealed, one that resides just below the surface of events. Indeed, Kyle has a marvelous gift for tension, those sparks that light our way through the city where nothing is certain. This book is 'something with [an] unfixed trajectory,' populated with many alternate yet simultaneous paths . . .”
—Kristina Marie Darling, author of Dark Horse and The Disappointment Acts

". . . live for awhile in a parallel universe where the devil eats your eyes and the end of the world makes planes drop from the sky like diamonds. These poems bring together rage and paper dolls, out of order oracles and concrete bassinets, dandelion seeds and succubi. Kyle is a poet of a universe that adjusts, disfigures, corrects, and consoles the bright void of this world, a parallel in which every red dress is lit with blood or drenched in flame."
—Traci Brimhall, author of Rookery and Our Lady of the Ruins

60 pages, handmade and numbered • 2017

Catherine Kyle lives in Boise, where she works as an Instructor of English at the College of Western Idaho, helps run the Ghosts & Projectors poetry reading series, and teaches creative writing through The Cabin, a literary nonprofit. She is the author of the poetry chapbooks Gamer: A Role-Playing Poem (dancing girl press, 2015) and Flotsam (Etched Press, 2015), as well as the hybrid-genre collection Feral Domesticity (Robocup Press, 2014). She holds a Ph.D. in English from Western Michigan University.