ROY, Camille
Sherwood Forest

“Camille Roy rides the catch between poetry and prose like a girl who grew up riding horses. Her steed through Sherwood Forest feels a lot like R. Crumb—you know big women piggybacking little men and everyone living in a female forest (I believe) or else this reading journey feels like the rational mind on a weekend holiday with fantasy and lust bridled only by the limitation that it sound good and Sherwood Forest absolutely does.”
—Eileen Myles

“In its capacity to stop time, Sherwood Forest opens its reader to a future made “suddenly visible.” A “narration” that’s both “desire” and what incubates it: the capacity to “float.” Imagine a forest floating in the air. Camille Roy does this. She is a writer who lets her reader dream, past tree-line. Where the sentences flare and dim, like ‘sexy bodies.’ Like a memory of touch. Like “body parts” and ‘tissue’—a luminous genitalia—above a pond.”
—Bhanu Kapil

Published by Futurepoem, 2011
Poetry