

In Charles’s electrifying transliteration of English, what is old is made new again. “i care so much abot the whord i cant reed.” In feeld, Charles stakes her claim on the language available to speak about trans experience, reckoning with the narratives that have come before by reclaiming the language of the past. LONGLISTED FOR THE 2018 NATIONAL BOOK AWARDĪ FINALIST FOR THE 2018 LA TIMES BOOK PRIZE IN POETRY The future of American poetry.” -STEPHANIE BURT something grassy and pastoral? A weird past tense of felt?) Next to Tommy Pico’s JUNK, this is my favorite poetry collection of 2018 and one of the most important books I’ve ever read.

The result is a mix of text-speak and Chaucerian English-visually minimal poems overflowing with puns. Like using a lighter to open a wine bottle or the butt of a knife to shell a nut, Charles’s feeld doesn’t look to reclaim language but repurpose, speculate, create something new where standard English fails to represent the trans experience.
