Little "g" God Grows Tired of Me - Aby Kaupang

Little “g” God Grows Tired of Me – Aby Kaupang

Little G God Grows Tired of Me
Little “g” God Grows Tired of Me – by Aby Kaupang

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“Kaupang’s poems allow the very strange particulars of life to come through, so that there are no grand generalizations that discount one experience while overvaluing another. Language and experience are idiosyncratic. And yet, a reader recognizes each experience as…. well, not valid in the sense of strong and proper…. real/ authentic/ particular to someone, somewhere, for real.” Micah Cavaleri see this complete review of poems from Little “g” God Grows Tired of Me


“Aby Kapaung writes the female body and its roles into a welter of perspectives—girl as commodity, pregnant woman as animal vessel, thwife as “thusband’s hair and babies nerves grow thin”—the woman as “anyone blurry.” “So many kingdoms come without joy,” a speaker reminds us. Grief and Grace (“insistent uncertainty and sadness”) accompany readers through this woman’s dreamlike but too-real wrenched loving, where addresses to big- and little-g god, to Nameless and unnamed listeners, offer some solace when answers are impossible.” – Janet Holmes


Aby Kaupang’s “Little ‘g’ God Grows Tired of Me” sits in the chest atop a grievous apprehension of loss. Grieving as the beloved declines, while the vile among us persist. A crueler heart might rage against the mysterious force that takes the good ‘uns and leaves the bad ‘uns to profit long at our expense, but Kaupang suggests even tyrants will one day be subject to the body: “surrender then is egalitarian.” She tracks the lives of lesser saints, gives voice to our deep-seated cycle of fearlessness-and-fatality, and shakes that little “g” god out of its aloof perch. Behind “bruised curtains,” under frost, and through the mother’s watchful night, this book moves mercifully and harshly while “brine hearts” and “astral wheels,” flesh and metaflesh, dual in their erotic unions. “For my flesh on this morning / confettis the temple.” – Danielle Pafunda
Aby Kaupang is the author of Little “g” God Grows Tired of Me (SpringGun Press, 2013), Absence is Such a Transparent House (Tebot Bach, 2011) and Scenic Fences | Houses Innumerable (Scantily Clad Press, 2008). Her work has appeared in FENCE, La Petite Zine, Dusie, Verse, Denver Quarterly, The Laurel Review, Parthenon West, PANK, Aufgabe, 14 Hills, Interim, Caketrain, & elsewhere. Aby holds both an MFA in Creative writing as well as a Master’s of Occupational Therapy from Colorado State University. She lives in Fort Collins with her husband, Matthew Cooperman, and their two children. More information can be found at

Joshua Ware Reviews Little g God Grows Tired of Me – Vouched Books