This week in Vintage Fringe: “rest : stop” and two more poems by Arlene Ang, of Issue 6 fame. Fringe poetry editor Anna Lena Phillips interviewed Ang by email to find out what she’s been up to of late. Her responses to our lightning round indicate that cake is the winner.

It’s been over three years since your work appeared in Fringe. Looking back on the poems, what do you notice?

Reading them again, the Czech patient and Czech scientist jumped out to me. I didn’t even notice they were there separately in two different poems. It’s like the Cold War all over again. Makes me want to check on their whereabouts now in my other poems. There could be a story there.

“That time my upper lip swelled up” made me smile. It was one of those desperate moments where I had to write something quick at the ITWS [Inside the Writer's Studio] forum. There’s a challenge there where you have to produce a poem every day for thirty days . . . and that morning I woke up with a very itchy, swollen lip. The undercurrent of urgency here just brings me back to that day. I never realized it would... more »