E’s Orange is an outrageous leap into the discourse of grief, an enchanted toast to the complexities of the stories of the self, low and high. Wryly wise and cheerfully grotesque, this compelling text is both blues and blueprint for a new territory.

-Ed Skoog, author of Travelers Leaving for the City, 

 Mister Skylight & Run the Red Lights 

The most fun I’ve ever had reading a book. About a dead dog…. Like going for a walk, or being taken on a walk and tugging to go faster, faster, and then stopping and turning, chasing, exploring for a while and then, oh yes, going forth again…. This is the most fun I’ve ever had reading a book so sad.

-Molly Gaudry, author of We Take Me Apart

 & Desire: A Haunting 

“My dog died today.” So begins Orange, the first book by Seattle poet E. Briskin, in which a narrator of indeterminate gender mourns a dog of indeterminate species. The narrator may not be a reliable one, and the dog, outside of metaphor, may not exist.

With playful digressions into  anecdote, the philosophy of consciousness, literature, and animal behavioral science, Orange is a book that queers genre, gender, and sequence. Its narrator-disconnected, mournful, comic, angry, irreverent, overwrought, and seemingly always in a coffee shop-ambles through a psyche twisted by loss. Written in a furrowed numbering scheme, Orange can be read in many directions.