Animal: as in wild, domestic, essential
Mineral: as in solid, crystalline, interlocked, creating a sometimes jagged bond
Radical: as in rootsy, of the earth, digging to the origin, resulting in change
As the title indicates, BK Loren’s new book of essays, Animal, Mineral, Radical: Essays on Wildlife, Family, and Food, invites the fundamental elements of living into concert with one another, to impressive effect.
Loren utilizes the lyric prose for which we know her well (from her recent novel Theft) to examine both small moments and large ideas on the page. Though the collection of thirteen essays is divided into three sections, ideas of animal—such as the human experience of aging or the awesome yet fragile nature of coyotes—mineral, and radical interact with one another within each essay and throughout the entire book. Such integration is one of Loren’s great strengths as a writer. She provides a space for intersection of what we might think of as discrete inquiries or topics by crafting a container wherein the subjects become fluid and together yield a much larger inquiry. Not only are the stories and subjects incendiary, but her command of language is acute.
“Plate Tectonics and Other Underground Theories of Loss,” the collection’s penultimate essay, provides a thought-provoking example of Loren’s exploration of relationships between the physical, natural, and spiritual world. This personal/lyric essay, segmented by the chronology of an earthquake, delves into Loren’s adjacent experiences with depression, the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake, and the loss of her home and possessions in an aftershock. By writing into each of these, Loren builds a platform for scrutiny of the ramifications of an everyday life disconnected from the natural world. Loren tells us that after the earthquake, she was “opened like sky;” the ensuing portrayals of a regained awe are reminiscent of Annie Dillard, except that Loren goes one step further and, again, holds such awe in concert with the actuality (and sometimes, the banality) of contemporary responsibility and everyday life.
Loren lays out her argument for mindfulness with the book’s introduction, where she references a recent essay by the editors of n+1, who posited, “all contemporary publications tend toward the condition of blogs , and soon, if not yet already, it will seem pretentious, elitist, and old-fashioned to write anything, anywhere, with patience and care.” It is no surprise—indeed, it is a great relief—that Loren, who opens Animal, Mineral, Radical with the sentence “Writing is listening,” draws a parallel between the “patience and care” it takes to write well and the patience and care of “the way we view and interact with nature.” What follows are thirteen essays that champion “the power of language,” nature and the compassion yielded when we apply patience and care to the process of both.
Though every essay included in Animal, Mineral, Radical stands its ground, highlights include “The Evolution of Hunger” and “Word Hoard.” “Hunger” alternates research and meditation on early humans’ eating habits with the writer’s experience of sharing meals with a homeless man and with her father before his death. She draws a line between our “hunger for communication” and our “hunger for food,” introducing her father’s telling of a painful memory and her own struggle with a displaced brother. “Hunger” is repeatedly heartbreaking and exemplary of Loren’s consideration for relationships within the world and the body itself, as well as her thirst to explore: “I wake hungry, achingly starved to become more human: the beautiful animal in the core of me craving the evolution of it all.”
“Word Hoard,” a brief essay and the collection’s last, explicates language itself, a phenomenon made elusive to Loren after an experience of aphasia. She says, “Words carry on their backs entire histories. This is what I learned the day they packed up and made me languageless.” The aphasia lasted for years, which seems an incomprehensible agony. The beauty of the essay—indeed, of the entirety of Animal, Mineral, Radical—is that Loren recovered language, and with it, the ability to illuminate: “Words are my nourishment. They are the molecules that seethe in my veins. they are the lights that filters through the rods and cones of my eyes to create color and dimension. […] Writing, to me, means food, means sustenance.”
The care and passion with which Loren writes are palpable in this collection. While reading, I found myself needing to put down the book repeatedly in order to soak in the full weight of the words; I found myself purposefully slowing down my reading in order to enjoy the book longer; I found myself scribbling quotes and thoughts in my notebook. I found myself throughout Animal, Mineral, Radical, both piqued and deeply satiated.
Review by Sarah Leavens
Animal, Mineral, Radical: Essays on Wildlife, Family, and Food by BK Loren
Counterpoint Press, 2013
March 18, 2013
March 6, 2013
Weave Magazine Counts
Following the release of VIDA's 2010 Count, we shared Weave's gender breakdown for each of our first five issues. The numbers were as we expected with female-identified writers making up more than half of each issue's contributors. We gathered this information based on the gender pronouns authors use in their bios. If a contributor used "their", gender-neutral pronouns, or no pronouns at all, we count them in an "unspecified" category. Given the dismal numbers shown in VIDA's 2012 Count, we hope our latest count will lift your spirits. The following is the gender breakdown for issues 06, 07, and 08, as well as our total count of all previous contributors.
Issue 06: 67% female / 33% male
Issue 07: 69% female / 29% male / 2% unspecified
Issue 08: 64% female / 32% male / 5% unspecified
ALL ISSUES: 66% female / 33% male / 1% unspecified
Our staff continues to discuss the overall diversity of our the work we publish in terms of aesthetic, genre, subject matter, and themes. We have also conducted internal surveys in order to gain a better understanding of whose stories are being told, as well as whose aren't. Non-heterosexual writers are strongly represented with more than a third of our contributors in our first seven issues identifying as asexual, bisexual, gay, homosexual, lesbian, and/or queer. We also seek to improve our overall diversity in other areas. In particular, we'd like to encourage submissions from writers of color, writers with disabilities, writers without higher education, emerging writers, imprisoned writers, as well as English translations of international writers. Let this serve as a call for submissions to those whose work is marginalized; perhaps your writing can find a welcome home within Weave's pages.
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by Laura E. Davis
Issue 06: 67% female / 33% male
Issue 07: 69% female / 29% male / 2% unspecified
Issue 08: 64% female / 32% male / 5% unspecified
ALL ISSUES: 66% female / 33% male / 1% unspecified
Our staff continues to discuss the overall diversity of our the work we publish in terms of aesthetic, genre, subject matter, and themes. We have also conducted internal surveys in order to gain a better understanding of whose stories are being told, as well as whose aren't. Non-heterosexual writers are strongly represented with more than a third of our contributors in our first seven issues identifying as asexual, bisexual, gay, homosexual, lesbian, and/or queer. We also seek to improve our overall diversity in other areas. In particular, we'd like to encourage submissions from writers of color, writers with disabilities, writers without higher education, emerging writers, imprisoned writers, as well as English translations of international writers. Let this serve as a call for submissions to those whose work is marginalized; perhaps your writing can find a welcome home within Weave's pages.
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by Laura E. Davis
February 9, 2013
Weave Magazine Issue 08 Now Available

As always, dearest reader, this issue is packed with stunning prose, surprising verse, and compelling visual art. You'll meet Atlas, grandmothers, software engineers, and strange children. Visit a pool hall, California, a hotel bar, and Newfoundland. Read ekphrastic poems, stark realism in flash fiction, prose poetry, fantastical narratives, and everything in between. Indulge yourself on myth, madness, and myriad voices with Weave Magazine Issue 08.
Buy Issue 08 on Amazon (where you can also read a sneak preview)!
November 16, 2012
Issue 08 Contributor List
*Poetry*
Kelly Andrews
Michael Boccardo
Kaitlin Bostick
Julia Bouwsma
Christine Butterworth-McDermott
Dolores Castro translated by Toshiya Kamei
Niamh Corcoran
Molly Curtis
Laura Donnelly
Brendan Egan
Suzanne Marie Hopcroft
Adam Houle
Adam Houle
Heather J. Macpherson
Prairie L. Markussen
Casey McCord
Marigny Michel
Casey McCord
Marigny Michel
Keith Montesano
Sara Lupita Olivares
Sara Lupita Olivares
Leah Sewell
John Oliver Simon
John Oliver Simon
Adam Tavel
*Fiction*
Andrea O. Bullard
*Nonfiction*
*Art*
Eleanor Leonne Bennett
Joseph Briggs
Jeff Foster
Suki Goodfellow
Suki Goodfellow
Carne Griffiths
Ken Knudsten
Ken Knudsten
August 13, 2012
Frank Izaguirre Reviews Ruth Schwartz’s Miraculum
Ruth Schwartz’s Miraculum is a vivid depiction of living in a world filled with sex and death. Her poems grasp at what brings these companions of our existence together, how they make sense side by side. She finds them in every living corner of our world, but most of all right beside us.
In “Forms of Prayer” there is a salmon “glistening in combat,” its epic and timeless quest to reproduce juxtaposed against the “unyielding hatchery walls” we’ve confined it to. The next moment she marvels at its beauty, “the brilliant pink and iridescent gleam/of the salmon wrapped in paper” just as she acknowledges “how we cook and eat it, knowing what we’re eating.” But even if we know, we ignore or willfully forget. Schwartz’s poetry seeks otherwise.
We meet other creatures who live with the same brutal and beautiful realities as we do, such as the tiny birds in “The Professors,” which through generous description are instantly familiar to us. “Their softly feathered throats/against our palms” and other moments of intimacy have the birds in our own hands, but only long enough so their departure a few lines later is bittersweetly felt. They leave “to marry the stony half of the world/to the half that covers our eyes—/as if they could teach us.”
And then, just as quickly, we are reminded in “Bottom of the World” that “life flattens itself/like a bird crushed in the road:/flat blotch of feathers.” These scenes are the same and they are opposite. There is transient interaction with the living and lingering contemplation of the dead, but both are always teaching, ensuring that we continue to learn from them.
Schwartz wants us to become unafraid of how sex and death can so often be found together, as she has. In “Falling in Love after Forty” she tells how “I don’t want you young again, nor me/I want every sadness we’ve lived to stand here beside us/between the swaying soldiers of dead corn.” Masking the truth is a waste for her, a lessening of the vitality and beauty of her life. She wants “death sitting naked between us/lowering its head to lap at our champagne.” Love and death intermingle, and there is nothing strange in it.
This is a theme in Schwartz’s work. Seemingly opposite ideas and events are brought together for the purpose of revealing them as not opposite at all. In “Music of the World” we hear of “nights when every car alarm/burbles shudders shouts and wails” only to a moment later learn of the mockingbirds “who come to praise, not mock,/that urban song.” If the most prolific avian songsters admire the music of car alarms, then shouldn’t we?
Schwartz’s poems nudge us to examine these questions, or they push us, or they throw at us a full glass of water. At times they even demand a pledge, such as in “What the Day Asks,” when we are so bluntly told “do you know this world is beautiful/will you vow to look.” By reading Miraculum, we already have.
Reviewed by Frank Izaguirre
Miraculum by Ruth Schwartz
Autumn House Press, 2012
In “Forms of Prayer” there is a salmon “glistening in combat,” its epic and timeless quest to reproduce juxtaposed against the “unyielding hatchery walls” we’ve confined it to. The next moment she marvels at its beauty, “the brilliant pink and iridescent gleam/of the salmon wrapped in paper” just as she acknowledges “how we cook and eat it, knowing what we’re eating.” But even if we know, we ignore or willfully forget. Schwartz’s poetry seeks otherwise.
We meet other creatures who live with the same brutal and beautiful realities as we do, such as the tiny birds in “The Professors,” which through generous description are instantly familiar to us. “Their softly feathered throats/against our palms” and other moments of intimacy have the birds in our own hands, but only long enough so their departure a few lines later is bittersweetly felt. They leave “to marry the stony half of the world/to the half that covers our eyes—/as if they could teach us.”
And then, just as quickly, we are reminded in “Bottom of the World” that “life flattens itself/like a bird crushed in the road:/flat blotch of feathers.” These scenes are the same and they are opposite. There is transient interaction with the living and lingering contemplation of the dead, but both are always teaching, ensuring that we continue to learn from them.
Schwartz wants us to become unafraid of how sex and death can so often be found together, as she has. In “Falling in Love after Forty” she tells how “I don’t want you young again, nor me/I want every sadness we’ve lived to stand here beside us/between the swaying soldiers of dead corn.” Masking the truth is a waste for her, a lessening of the vitality and beauty of her life. She wants “death sitting naked between us/lowering its head to lap at our champagne.” Love and death intermingle, and there is nothing strange in it.
This is a theme in Schwartz’s work. Seemingly opposite ideas and events are brought together for the purpose of revealing them as not opposite at all. In “Music of the World” we hear of “nights when every car alarm/burbles shudders shouts and wails” only to a moment later learn of the mockingbirds “who come to praise, not mock,/that urban song.” If the most prolific avian songsters admire the music of car alarms, then shouldn’t we?
Schwartz’s poems nudge us to examine these questions, or they push us, or they throw at us a full glass of water. At times they even demand a pledge, such as in “What the Day Asks,” when we are so bluntly told “do you know this world is beautiful/will you vow to look.” By reading Miraculum, we already have.
Reviewed by Frank Izaguirre
Miraculum by Ruth Schwartz
Autumn House Press, 2012
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