Cast in the light of eerie Area 51 telecasts and atmospheric static, Laura Madeline Wiseman’s poems exist and revel in strangeness–of our selves, our domesticities, our bodies, the huge midwestern sky. Each poem touches, with both humor and wonder, our sense of human-ness (not necessarily the same thing as “humanity”) and what that means in the light of such strangeness…
– Kristy Bowen
Praise for Stranger Still
Wiseman lunges toward unfamiliar space(ships) like she’s catching a well-timed airport taxi. Her enthusiasm is pandemic yet it shouldn’t be quarantined. The alien life appearing in the poems of Stranger Still is met with the compassion best friends exhibit before they’ve disappointed one another. There’s an intergalactic chance they’ll never disappoint. – Jeffrey Hecker
Utilizing the recognizable, asexual green Martian form, Wiseman writes not of gender, but instead curiously, humorously, and perhaps unintentionally poses a question: what is it like to live without the perspectives of gender roles?…The title couldn’t be more appropriate for this enchantingly heretical series of work… [and] its deviation from the usual account of aliens and how they might reflect and deflect humanity, and womanhood specifically, as historical outsiders. – Sally Brown Deskins, Strange Horizons
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